Left at the Altar, I Married Her Sister Instead

On my wedding day, I stood there in a sharp, tailored tuxedo. My heart was bursting with joy as I waited for Chloe Vance.

The wedding officiant had already called out, "Please welcome the bride!" three times. But my fiancée was nowhere to be seen. The guests started whispering, their eyes shifting from confusion to suspicion.

Finally, someone couldn't help but let out a mock chuckle. That laugh was like a sharp blade. Soon, the quiet sneers rippled through the chapel like a rising tide.

"The bride ran away. That is so brutal."