Not the Man on the Screen

The private room fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. Their gazes darted between Anastasia and me, uncertain and awkward.

"Stop guessing, everyone. It's me in the video." An amused voice broke the silence.

Everyone's attention immediately snapped to George Williams' face.

He stepped out from the crowd and, right in front of me, casually wrapped an arm around Anastasia's waist.

He smirked. "Sorry to steal the limelight, Wyatt. Even though you and Anastasia have just gotten married, you can't erase the past I shared with her."

He caressed her wedding ring with his thumb; his words were suggestive.

"After all, I'm the ex she can never forget about."

As soon as the words left him, the crowd, who envied me earlier, choked on his audacity.

Someone finally snapped out of it and tried to smooth things over. "It's not funny, George."

The others echoed them. "Say something, Anastasia. You're married to Wyatt now. George shouldn't be making jokes like this."

Even outsiders could tell it was no longer a harmless joke.

Still, Anastasia did not deny it. She did not clarify anything either.

She simply brushed George's arm away, sat down beside me as if nothing had happened, and watched the video playing on the screen.

As usual, she gave me only half an explanation. "It's all in the past now. You don't need to dwell on it. It's just the way George is. He's only joking to lighten the mood."

I slowly unclenched the fist I had been hiding and nodded calmly.

I took the marriage certificate from my pocket and pushed it toward her.

We only received it earlier today.

"How about getting a divorce? City hall probably hasn't closed yet. We can make it in time if we go now."

She stared at the marriage certificate. Her expression darkened.

Then she shot me an impatient look, as if I were a troublesome child throwing a tantrum. "Are you seriously making a scene now? We only got married this morning, yet you're already threatening me with a divorce? Is it the attention you want?"

I was aware of the crowd's gaze on me, and I was ashamed.

Meanwhile, the video on the screen had looped back to the moment when she proposed, and it echoed throughout the room.

How ironic. During all the time we had dated, she had never once said anything that tender to me.

I was not trying to make a scene. I simply felt bitter that I wasted time on her.

"Anastasia, I brought it up once, and I'll do it again now. We can get a divorce at any time if you still have feelings for George. You don't need to worry about embarrassing yourself if the wedding isn't happening."

The moment I finished speaking, she grabbed the marriage certificate from the table and hurled it in my face.

The edge of the paper cut across my cheek, leaving a sharp sting behind.

The certificate fell to the floor. Spilled red wine slowly stained it.

Her face had turned pale. The veins on her forehead stood out as her anger erupted.

She screamed. "There's nothing between George and me now. You and I are the ones who are married. Isn't it enough? What else do you want from me?"

George immediately seized the chance to comfort her. After getting what he wanted, he shot me a triumphant look.

"Wyatt, tell me to my face if you have a problem with me. Please don't fight because of me."

After witnessing enough drama, several guests could barely hold back their laughter.

The announcement party was ruined, and I had embarrassed myself enough.

Before Anastasia left with George, she turned back and looked at me coldly. "You ruined the party. You better not bring it up in the future and try to blame it on me. Wyatt, I'm starting to think marrying you was a mistake."