Chapter 1

Tiffany Bastion removed the mask and demanded, "Why are you throwing a fit, Nathan Heaton? Why are you threatening to call off the wedding? What do you take me for?"

"You're the one who said that you'll call off the wedding if you can't even identify your own husband with just your touch," I retorted.

Tiffany was briefly stunned before she started laughing. "Oh, I see. You're jealous. Okay, that's enough. It's just a game. Besides, you and Justin grew up together. It's not like he's a stranger."

A stranger, huh?

In the past, when Tiffany lost a game of Truth or Dare, she and Justin Winston fed each other alcohol right in front of me.

During her bachelorette party, she slept in the same bed as Justin after exhausting herself from celebrating too much.

Tiffany would always use the same damned excuse that Justin wasn't a stranger to smooth things over whenever I confronted her about her behavior.

Even today, during such an important occasion, she trampled all over my reputation in front of my friends and family. She even had the nerve to ask me to forget what I had seen.

It was preposterous!

I scoffed. "You touched everyone else, but Justin was the only one whom you immediately identified as your husband after you touched him. I'm guessing that you're already intimately familiar with the shape of his body. That's why you accidentally let the truth slip out."

"I'm not," Tiffany said, her eyes reddening as she shook her head.

Justin, who had remained silent the entire time, stepped forward and pulled Tiffany behind him.

"Why are you slandering your fiancee like this, Nate? I can pretend that I didn't hear what you just said, so stop being so stubborn."

He offered the bouquet back to me and continued, "Why don't we discuss this later after the wedding? Let's not delay the ceremony any longer."

I didn't take the bouquet and let it fall to the floor, causing the petals to scatter everywhere.

My tone was as cold as ice when I stared into Justin's bewildered eyes and hissed, "I'm being stubborn? The rest of the groomsmen remained in their spots. You're the only one who took off your shirt and approached her.

"Were you trying to help her identify her husband, Justin? Or were you trying to get her to admit that you're her husband?"

Justin couldn't keep the smile on his face upon hearing my words.

"Watch your tongue, Nate."

I ripped off my boutonniere, then flung it to the floor and ground it under my shoe.

"I had 18 potential marriage partners at the time. All of them were esteemed heiresses of their respective families. However, among the choices available to me, I chose Tiffany Bastion, an heiress whose family was teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

"In the last six months since we became engaged, I invested no less than one billion dollars into Bastion Group and forcefully dragged her family back into the circle of elites of this city.

"I didn't spend so much time and money just for you to anger me. Tiffany, you just claimed that Justin was your husband. Fine then. Be sure to look for him whenever the Bastion family needs investments in the future."

Tiffany's parents immediately panicked upon hearing my words.

"It's Tiffany's first time getting married. She just said the wrong thing because she was too nervous. You're a magnanimous man, Nate. I hope you don't hold this against her."

Tiffany bit her lip when she noticed that I wasn't moved. A long moment passed before she lowered her head and said, "I acted out of line earlier, Nate. Why don't you tell me what you want? I'll agree to anything that you ask of me."