Unwilling to Owe in Love, We Meet in Hatred

On our wedding night, just as everyone was getting ready to crowd into the bridal suite for the games, I suddenly got word that my childhood friend had slit his wrists at home over a breakup. After apologizing to Denise, I rushed to his place like a madman. But when I got there, he wasn't hurt at all. Instead, he locked me inside the room. My phone suddenly rang. Someone in the bridesmaids' group chat had posted a video.