On the day of our wedding, my so-called ‘loyal’ fiance, Henry Gordon, secretly held another wedding with another woman. I was his rightful fiancee and had been dating him for years. It was the biggest humiliation I had ever endured. 

Since he wanted to play dirty, I would make sure the happy couple paid the price they deserved. 

On my way back to the company, I passed by an extravagant wedding banquet venue and spotted Henry’s car. 

When I got out of my car, I saw Henry bridal carrying his secretary, Yvonne Luther, and walking proudly through the crowd. 

They were surrounded by flowers and blessings. Henry was grinning, and Yvonne had a shy, bashful look on her face as she nestled into his arms. 

I could not believe my eyes. I pushed through the crowd. 

Looking at the expensive wedding gown Yvonne was wearing, then at my cheap, rented wedding dress, my heart felt like it was being clenched by an invisible hand. 

I remembered telling Henry that I wanted a wedding gown of my own when we were discussing our wedding. I just wanted something to cherish, so that when I grew old, I could look at it and remember the happiness of our wedding day. 

However, Henry had said wedding gowns were too expensive and that he could not afford one. He even said that after all his years of hard work for the company, his health had suffered multiple breakdowns, so any spare money we had needed to be used for his treatment. 

Considering how he always worked hard and put in effort for the company despite his modest abilities, I did not bring up buying a wedding gown anymore. 

Still, I wanted a wedding full of flowers and blessings. 

However, every time I brought it up, Henry would irritably tug at his tie and tell me that weddings were just for show. He would say that they were merely a formality for others to see and that it was better for us to live our lives simply together. 

After much persuasion, I reluctantly accepted a wedding without flowers or blessings, chose a simple church with a small patch of grass in front, and invited only a handful of relatives and friends to witness it. 

Now, seeing the scene before me, my heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. 

It turned out Henry did want a grand wedding—just not with me. He wanted his secretary instead.