My Fiancée's True Love Crashed the Stream

My name was Felix Moore. Kyle Robinson was a year younger than Dakota Young and me, but he ended up in the same class as us.

His family was well off, and he was an only child. As such, his parents spoiled him from the start, and he grew up proud and a little full of himself.

We had lived in the same building for years, so there was no way I could be mistaken.

The live on-screen comments kept pouring in. Someone from the medical school claimed they were heading to the specimen freezer to check.

"I only caught a glimpse of his profile picture. It went by too fast. It'd be best if we could see the person in real life."

"I'm getting chills… If this turns out to be true, then the man Dakota went to meet after ditching Felix would be…"

"Shit, shit, shit. Dear god, please protect me!"

I stood alone at the center of the wedding stage. The flashing lights stabbed at my eyes.

Mom and Dad looked awful. The whispers and those pitying looks brushed past my heart like fine needles, leaving behind a prickling ache.

I clenched my teeth and ran out, jumped into a cab, and headed straight for the airport. The driver kept shooting me strange looks through the mirror.

From behind the glass in the arrivals hall, I saw Dakota wrapped tightly in Kyle's arms. Her body was soft and slender, like that of an average woman, but her face was buried in his chest, hidden from view.

Her hand slipped under his coat and moved restlessly against him.

I didn't even know what I was thinking at first. Something pulled me here without reason. Then, I watched them get into a car together, clinging to each other like they couldn't bear to part.

I watched her take him to a restaurant she had always been too busy to visit with me. She cut his steak herself and fed him, looking more satisfied than if she were eating it.

I watched her book a room for him, smiling like a lover as she swiped the card and led him inside… That was when my heart went completely cold.

Dakota didn't care how I faced the guests back at the wedding. She didn't care whether I was embarrassed or not. The moment Kyle came back, he was the only one who mattered.

Still, was he really Kyle Robinson?

I stumbled back home in a daze and collapsed onto the bed. I lay there, hollow, until 2:00 am. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a soft click at the bedroom door.

I narrowed my eyes and looked. Dakota was back.

She froze for a moment when she saw me, then, when I didn't move, she seemed to relax. When she lay down beside me, the scent of jasmine Kyle loved drifted over, mixed with a faint trace of something metallic.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the nightstand. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw that Kyle was texting her.

"Kota, are you asleep?

"Kota, you must come to my studio tomorrow at noon. I've got a big surprise for you.

"Kota, I'm going to shower as well. Too bad you left in such a hurry. You're missing out. Hehe."