Wanted: A Bride Who Doesn't Escape to Hunt With Another Man
Silver Pendant
Everything is ready on the day of my wedding. But the bride, Adella Marlowe, is nowhere to be seen.
That's when she texts me on my phone. Apparently, as a national shooting champion, there's a last-minute competition that she has to attend right away, all consequences be damned.
But the next day, I see a social media post uploaded by Raiden Chase, the newest recruit in Adella's team.
In the photo, I see Adella with one foot on a dead wild boar while propping her gun with a proud smile on her face.
The caption goes, "I'm so glad to have a wife who's also a national shooting champion! Now, Grandma won't have to worry about her corn fields getting attacked by wildlife!"
As I stare at the post, I just smile and leave a comment. "As expected of the champion whose heart goes out to the normal folk!"
Adella quickly calls me the next moment.
"Delete your comment right now! Also, stop being all passive-aggressive around me! It's just a missed wedding; must you be so snide about it?"
This isn't Adella's first time leaving me at the altar. It's been two years, and every time she ditches me at the altar, she always has an excuse to do so.
I just hang up on Adella without saying a word.
She's right, though. This is just a wedding, isn't it? I might as well call it off once and for all.