Chapter 6

Stella and Harvey's wedding was next-level flashy.

Everyone acted like Stella Porter was some hopeless romantic, head over heels for Harvey Arden. But no one remembered me—the dead ex-husband, gone three years now.

At the over-the-top banquet, I drifted through the crowd, watching guests fawn over them. Stella and Harvey were all smiles, lit up like they were starring in a rom-com. It stung, yeah, but I got it—Stella had moved on.

I mean, who wants to think about the ex who died in a car crash?

The ceremony kicked off fast.

Stella stood there clutching her bouquet, facing Harvey, who looked at her like she was the only girl in the universe.

"Harvey Arden, do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

He didn't hesitate. Eyes locked on her, voice clear—"I do."

Right as the officiant turned to Stella, the lights cut out. Then—bam—a video lit up the big screen.

"Mr. J