He Mocked Me; After I Joined the National Lab He Went Mad

Three days before we were supposed to get our marriage license, I found the prayer tag Ezra had gotten for me at the wishing shrine. On it, he'd written the name of his female assistant. I took the tag out to the back courtyard to find him, and instead heard one of his close buddies warning him under his breath. "You're about to get married, and you deliberately wrote the wrong name on the prayer tag? If Greta sees this, she'll come after you." But Ezra just laughed, fiddling with his phone. "I lost a bet to Pearl. So what if I owe her a top-luck prayer tag for love?"