Tyler stood at the front in his suit. He looked tall and impeccably groomed, exuding an even more
striking presence than ever.
He met Vickyâs gaze and raised an eyebrow. âWhy are you here?â
His words struck her like a bolt of lightning.
Vicky had considered many unexpected events that might happen at the wedding. She had entertained
the possibility that Tyler might run away. He could leave during the ceremony, or he might even refuse
to say his vows. However, never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she was not the bride at
this wedding at all.
Looking into his deep, dark eyes, Vicky could only muster three words. âWhy did youâ¦?â
Tyler feigned puzzlement. âHm?â
Vicky clenched her fist, her voice trembling with emotion. âWhy did you deceive me?â
âDeceive you?â A faint smile played on Tylerâs lips, his gaze cool and detached. âDid I ever say Iâd
marry you?â
Her eyes widened as the fragments of their past, like scenes from a movie, raced through her mind.
He had been respectful and gentle with her recently. Anyone who saw them together would think he
was deeply committed to her; even Vicky herself believed it.
He never suppressed the publicâs comments about them as if he acknowledged their impending
wedding.
He introduced her to his family and spoke of their upcoming wedding in front of them to mislead her.
Unfortunately, he was also correct that he never said he would marry her.
As Vickyâs nails dug into her palm, Vicky said each word slowly, emphasizing her point. âIf you didnât
want to marry me, why did you make me plan this entire wedding?â
âI heard that your studio had added wedding planning to its services. I simply hired you to help with the
preparations,â he said. As if something had just dawned on him, he added, âBy the way, Iâve already
transferred your payment for the work youâve done during this time to your account.â
Vicky turned her head slowly, her gaze fixed on Aria.
Aria wore the same wedding gown as Vicky. The necklace around her neck and the earrings in her
ears were meticulously selected by Vicky herself.
This elaborate wedding, into which she had poured her heart and soul, was meant for him and another
woman instead.
âGood god. Does she think Tyler will marry her?â
âTsk tsk! Judging from the way she looks, sheâs forcing Tyler to choose between them.â
âChoose between them? Does she think thatâs even a choice? The rings have been exchanged!â
âHow embarrassing!â
âYeah, thank goodness there were no media or live broadcasts invited today. Otherwise, sheâd be
globally embarrassed.â
âLive broadcast?â Vicky thought. âYes, I did decline offers from the media and refused live broadcasting.
Is that how I managed to escape this disaster somehow?â
The strange discussions and gazes from those around her felt like they came from a distant world.