At the altar, just as we’re about to exchange rings, Jasper abandons me for Brittany—his “just a friend” of ten years—after a drunken call. Ignoring our wedding, he rushes to her side, leaving me humiliated before New York’s elite.
Moments later, Brittany posts a mocking photo of him carrying her away.
Standing alone, I remove my veil and face the stunned crowd. If he can walk out so easily, I can move on just as fast.
Turning to his sworn enemy, I smile and ask, “Mr. Reed, I’m missing a groom. Are you up for tying the knot with me?”
