One Wife, Multiple Weddings

Chapter 1 Hijacked Wedding

Early in the morning, the hotel I had booked called to say the venue would be delayed by a couple of hours.

Who would announce such a major delay for a wedding at the last minute?

Moreover, how could a wedding time be changed just like that?

Even the calmest person would be infuriated, so I began yelling at the phone.

The response on the other end was indifferent. "Miss Shaw has already agreed. If you have any problems, discuss it with your wife."

I felt like someone had pulled the plug. My anger disappeared immediately.

Jessica was usually a reasonable person. The hotel must have used some kind of excuse to make her give up our wedding time.

But such a big event as a wedding, where the time was carefully chosen and invitations had already been sent out, our relatives must be nearing the hotel by now. Jessica was being unreasonable!

I instinctively pulled out my phone to call Jessica, but the call was hung up almost immediately.

I facepalmed myself. I'd forgotten our agreement!

Although we had been living together for some time, she insisted on following ancient customs and moved out months before the wedding, insisting we only meet after the marriage.

Even our nightly goodnight calls had been gradually canceled, as she wanted to maintain a "mystery" before the wedding.

In a panic, I put on some clothes and headed out.

I had to go to the hotel myself to greet the guests and explain the situation slowly.

By the time I reached the hotel entrance, most of my relatives were already there, milling around in confusion, while none of the bride's guests had arrived.

I had a nagging feeling something was wrong. Jessica couldn't possibly notify all the guests of delayed the wedding in such a short period of time.

Anger and anxiety intertwined, and I forcefully pushed past the security who were blocking the guests and stormed inside.

A staff member shouted from behind, "You can't go in! There's a wedding taking place inside!"

‘Oh?’ I wanted to see what kind of wedding could be so grand that it could steal my wedding time and venue and leave my relatives standing outside.

I pushed open the door to find the music at its most stirring moment, the bride, with a radiant smile and veil, standing on the stage, extending her hand to the man in front of her.

Seated in the audience were all the bride's guests whom Jessica and I had invited, cheering and clapping excitedly.

The woman on stage was Jessica, my fiancee.