The great union of the Guardian families — the wedding everyone had been waiting for. But right at that very wedding, my groom showed up with his mistress, and that’s when I finally shouted out what I’d been holding inside. “I can’t do this. This wedding… is over.” Just as I tried to leave, breaking through the frozen, suffocating silence, a man suddenly stood up in the middle of the chaos the ceremony had become. “Then marry me instead.” Did he just... propose to me right after my wedding fell apart?! Wait, what’s wrong with him? Since when were we some kind of sweet, lovey-dovey couple?!
