Ultimately, I still couldn't hold it back and stopped at the entrance of the wedding hall.Inside, Ingrid Steele, my wife of eight years, was having a grand wedding with another man. Meanwhile, I, her legally wedded husband, could only slink away into the shadows after giving her my best wishes.I waited at the entrance for a long time. However, Ingrid never chased after me as I expected. She didn't even call me or bother to explain herself.I felt like an abandoned dog that was wandering aimlessly on the streets.I didn't dare to go home. I didn't want to, either. I was afraid of seeing both her and her new "husband", Hank Conley, there together. I was even more afraid that she wouldn't even bother coming back at all.It wasn't until late at night that Ingrid finally began blowing up my phone. I declined the call at least a dozen times before finally answering."What the hell are you playing at, Jordan Newman? It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you home yet? You'd better g
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