The Day the Groom Finally Ran

Felix's POV

I stood at the bow of the ship, watching Rachel Winters as she cut through the waves in her sharkskin wetsuit. She swam gracefully like a dolphin.

Meanwhile, I looked like nothing but a ridiculous fool as I watched her leave.

Since we had already held 100 weddings, both my parents and hers were long past fatigue, anger, or embarrassment. They'd stopped getting involved in our affairs ages ago.

However, the ship was still packed to the brim with guests. They chatted excitedly, snapped photos, and recorded videos of the moment while live-streaming Rachel's escape online. Within minutes, the wedding trended and quickly went viral.

Ever since we broke the World Record with our 33rd wedding the year before last, Rachel and I had become the focus of public attention. Every subsequent wedding just kept pushing the record higher and higher.

The number of friends and family attending our weddings eventually dwindled until not a single one showed up. However, the number of self-proclaimed influencers and paparazzi attending them kept growing to the point that people had to enter a "lucky draw" just to snag an invite to our wedding.

And when this 100th wedding unsurprisingly fell apart halfway through, netizens flooded the internet, discussing and gossiping about it in the comments.

The number of comments reached millions within just half an hour.

"Damn, I thought the 100th wedding would have been the successful one since it's a round number. It would have been a pretty number had it been their last. But the bride still ran away in the end."

"This bride is too wild for her own good. She even put on a wetsuit under her wedding gown beforehand! I bet she's going to escape using a helicopter the next time!"

"I feel so sorry for the groom."

"Why are you sorry for him? This is art, I'm telling you! Performance art!"

"Performance art? It's obviously just a publicity stunt! They're on the same team. The marriage was fake all along. Their real goal is to become influencers and cash in on their followers later. Mark my words."

"I like it. Make it into a reality show. I wanna watch this on TV!"

"Alright. Time to place your bets, everyone. How do you think the bride will run away on their 101st wedding?"

The online discussion erupted into a frenzy as netizens turned the whole affair into a massive spectacle.

Yet, as the person directly embroiled in the matter, I remained remarkably calm—detached, even, as though none of it had anything to do with me.