Handing My Cheating Groom to His Mistress
Language: en
Halfway through my wedding, a woman in a wedding dress barged in. She shouted that she was supposed to be the bride today. I looked at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction deep down. She was my fiancé's mistress. I had known about her for a month, but I hadn't cried, made a scene, or confronted him. Instead, I told her everything and deliberately invited her here. Today, I was going to make sure everyone saw what kind of garbage was standing at the altar. I slipped off my diamond ring, grabbed her hand, and pressed it into her palm. "Today, you’re the bride." Tyler whipped his head around…