The Hundredth Bet
Language: en
On my wedding day, my childhood sweetheart, Julian, stormed the venue with a rowdy group of his friends, kicking open the chapel doors. He declared he was there to steal the bride and take me away. But we hadn't even made it to the parking lot before he let go of my hand, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, boys, I win again. That’s the hundredth bet. Pay up." He turned back to look at me, eyes glinting with mockery. "Relax, I was just joking. You didn't actually think I was serious, did you? Go on back inside and get married." Everyone laughed. They all mocked how I had been…