บททั้งหมดของ My Husband Took Another Woman on a Bridal Photo Shoot: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I stood in the chilly lobby with my suitcase, my palms damp with sweat.The big screen displayed a screenshot of the mountain photo Cecil had posted on Instagram minutes earlier.On the snowy summit, Cecil had his arm around Daria's shoulders. They wore matching red parkas.Daria was holding two passports and laughing, her eyes crinkled shut, while a white wedding gown was draped over the suitcase behind them.The people gathered around the screen buzzed with excitement."God, Mr. Smith is so romantic. He flew her overseas just to take bridal photos on a mountain.""And that gown is obviously custom-made. I'm so jealous."I walked a few steps closer, my heels clicking sharply against the floor.They turned at the sound, saw who it was, and the lobby went dead quiet.Daria's assistant, Kayla, awkwardly put her phone away and gave me an odd look."Oh. Mrs. Smith. What are you still doing here?"Weren't you the one Mr. Smith took overseas?"I looked at the curious, gleeful faces around me

The next day, I went into the office as usual.For eight years, I'd handled every account and every client.A failed marriage wasn't going to cost me my career.But when I got to my desk, there was nothing on it.My computer and my files had been boxed up and stacked in a corner.Kayla was sitting in my chair."Nora. You're here."She stood, looking awkward.Cecil came out of his office holding a cup of coffee."Good, you're here. Start handing everything over."I looked at him and pointed at the box."What handover?""Daria will take over from here. You've been unstable lately. You shouldn't be anywhere near the major projects," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world."Cecil, have you forgotten we started this firm together?"I forced down my anger."To land our first client, I drank so much with that client that my stomach bled. I know the entire client list by heart. What gives you the right to make me hand it all over with a single order?"Cecil frowned."Nora, t

"Why are you the one in that dress?"His voice came sharply through the microphone.The guests and reporters broke into an uproar.Daria's eyes reddened as she gathered up her skirt, looking wounded."Mr. Smith, Nora asked me to stand in for her."She said she doesn't love you anymore and won't force herself to marry you."She said the gown suited me and that I should take her place so all your hard work wouldn't go to waste."She sold every word, tears streaming down her face.The PR team and other staff members Daria had planted in the room called out on cue, "That's right, Mr. Smith. Nora handed the whole venue over to us a long time ago. She left with another man!"Cecil stiffened as if he'd been shocked.He pulled out his phone and called me over and over."We're sorry. The person you are trying to reach is not available."He dialed again and again and got nothing but that cold recording.It finally dawned on him that something was wrong.He left Daria standing up there, left the

After the divorce, I took a week off.Then I rented a small studio.I didn't have Cecil's reputation or a big firm's resources. I was starting from scratch.My first job was a wedding for an ordinary middle-class family.Fifteen thousand dollars, all in.Cecil's firm, where projects started at three hundred thousand dollars, wouldn't have given it a second look.I took it.I went to the flower market myself, talked to the venue manager myself, and confirmed every detail over and over.On the wedding day, something went wrong.A sudden downpour flooded the lawn we'd booked. It was unusable.The bride sat crying in the bridal suite.I didn't panic. I called the hotel and arranged to use an empty terrace off the ballroom.With backup white drapes and warm string lights, I created an indoor ceremony space that felt like a forest in the rain.When the warm lights came on, the rain streaming down the floor-to-ceiling windows caught their glow, making the room feel dreamlike.The bride laughe

To mark its first anniversary, my studio held a showcase.Many prominent industry figures and members of the press attended.Over the past year, my careful planning and track record of handling on-site crises had made me one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the industry.I was talking and laughing with clients when it happened.The doors opened and Cecil walked in.He had white lilies in one hand and a thick photo album under his arm.The room went quiet and every camera swung to him.Cecil walked toward me slowly, taking in my tailored dress and confident stance.Admiration flashed in his eyes before giving way to deep regret."Nora. Congratulations."He held out the flowers, his voice trembling.I didn't take them."Mr. Smith. Did you need something?"My tone was perfectly courteous.The color drained from his face when I called him "Mr. Smith.""Nora, I was wrong."In front of all the reporters, his eyes turned red, and he looked like he was about to fall to his knees."