Groom on Paper, Third Wheel in Reality
The courthouse staff looked at me with sympathy as they handed back the marriage certificate.
I gripped it so tightly my fingertips turned white. When I stood up, I nearly lost my balance. The name Tristan Prescott felt like a needle piercing straight into my heart, drawing fresh blood.
I stared at the photo on the marriage certificate where I was smiling with pure happiness, and my eyes stung with tears.
Five years ago, my wedding with Delaney Sterling had been a grand affair.
To make it up to me, Delaney had paid for every LED screen in the city to play our shared memories, and fireworks worth millions lit up the night sky. She had even designed and handcrafted my wedding ring herself. It