All Chapters of They Gave My Groom to My Best Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Just a moment earlier, I had called the wedding off. Since in their game, the bride could be replaced at any time, I should be allowed to choose not to have the groom.I no longer wanted any of them. I had just walked out of the hall when Vincent Anderson grabbed my wrist from behind. The cut on my finger from when he had pulled the ring from my finger was still bleeding.He frowned.He took out his handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against my wound. "Did you really have to hurt yourself like this over a game?" He was being very gentle. It was as though he had not just pulled the ring from my finger with force just moments ago.I looked at him as he looked down and asked, "What's the right answer? Black or blue?"Vincent suddenly paused in the middle of treating my wound. "Black.""What about your gastritis?" "Oatmeal porridge," he said without hesitation. It turned out that he knew that I had answered every question correctly. He also knew that Anna

At 1 a.m., Vincent returned. He opened my door with a bowl of pasta in his hands.When I saw the pasta, I teared up. Seven years ago, when we first got together, he stood in a long queue to buy my favorite pasta while I was in the hospital.He had said, "I'll be by your side whenever you're sick from now on." I had remembered those words all these years.Vincent's face softened when he saw that I was staring at the pasta. "I bet you haven't had any dinner."Don't go hungry just to spite me." I did not move. He walked over and touched my forehead. "You don't have a fever. Why do you look so pale?"I was a little dumbfounded by his gentleness. It was as if the game they had played tonight had been just a huge joke. It was as if he would still be waiting for me at the end of the aisle tomorrow. Vincent passed me the pasta. He took my wedding gown from the closet. "You should eat it while it's hot. I'll take your gown away for a while." My head snapped up. "Whe

Everyone let out an obvious sigh of relief. Vincent's voice softened. "You should've been this gracious in the first place. I'll get someone to fix the gown. "You should head back to sleep." He thought that I was backing down once again. I just did not want to waste the last of my energy on them. After I returned to the hotel room, my future mother-in-law, Brenda Anderson, said, "Delay the first look ceremony tomorrow. Anna stayed up too late last night. Let her sleep in a little longer." I looked at the sky that was just brightening up. "Why is she going to join the first look ceremony?"Brenda was silent for a moment. Then, she said confidently, "She won the game. "We discussed it and decided to let her experience it."It's just a procedure. It won't take anything away from you." I laughed. "Then, let her experience it." Brenda was unhappy at the tone of my voice. "Fiona, you're about to marry Vincent. You can't be so narrow-minded. "Anna's an orphan. She'

At the wedding, Vincent stood in the lounge as he called me for the third time. However, the call did not get through. His best man, Jackson Dunne, said cautiously, "Vincent, it's almost time for the entrance. "Fiona's not back yet. What do we do?"Vincent slammed the phone onto the table. "She'll come back. She prepared for this wedding for a full year. There's no way she'd really give up on this wedding."Everyone took that for granted.After all, I was the one who gave in first whenever we had an argument. When Vincent forgot our anniversary, I told myself that he was just busy with work. When he accompanied Anna to see the doctor on my birthday, I told myself that Anna was an orphan, so she needed someone to take care of her. Even last night, they thought that I would be the one apologizing in the end. I loved Vincent so much that everyone thought that I would never leave. Brenda walked in with a grim expression. "Is she still not picking up?"Vincent did no

When Vincent returned to the bridal suite, he found the room empty. My clothes were not there, and my suitcase was nowhere to be seen. On the dressing table were a few tags I had torn off.The thick wedding book that I had prepared was still there. It detailed the year-long preparation that I had made. Vincent flipped it open. The first page was about the wedding theme color. [Vincent doesn't like bright colors, so I chose white bellflowers.]The next page was the wedding menu. [Vincent has gastritis, so I changed all greasy food to healthier options.]Then, the next page was the drinks page.[I've prepared some medicine for Vincent so he won't be sick after drinking.]Every single page of the thick book had notes on them related to him.It made remarks on his likes, dislikes, and his health.I had barely mentioned myself. Vincent suddenly recalled the questions from the game. They had asked me about his favorite color, his favorite food to eat when he had gast