After I Become a Billionaire, My Ex-girlfriend Regrets

Gloria getting married was like a bolt from the blue for me. She sent me an invitation, and despite my mixed feelings, I decided to attend the wedding. I wanted to know who the lucky man was and got to spend his life with Gloria. Gloria was my high school classmate, and back then, she was the dream girl for many guys. I came from a remote village to study in the city and seeing my rich classmates made me feel a bit insecure. At that time, Gloria was the first person to befriend me. On the first day of school, the bag my mom packed for me tore open, and my clothes scattered everywhere. Surrounded by curious classmates, I crouched down awkwardly, trying to gather my clothes. That was when Gloria appeared like an angel from heaven. She walked toward me in the sunlight and helped me up. "Which dorm are you in? Let me help you move your stuff," she said with a smile that I had never seen before. From then on, the smiles described in books always reminded me of Gloria. She was kind and took special care of me, so it was only natural that I fell for her. What surprised me was that Gloria liked me too. The year we graduated from high school, we started dating, which shocked many people. Even though we went to different colleges, our bond stayed strong. Eventually, I stayed in the city for work, but Gloria couldn't handle the long-distance relationship and broke up with me. I went to see her secretly. She looked pale and thin, indicating that she was clearly suffering. That was when I decided to work hard so I could stand in front of her again proudly and tell her that no matter where she was, I could be by her side. But before I could muster the courage, she was marrying someone else. Standing at the hotel entrance, I adjusted my tie nervously. Normally, I didn't care much about my appearance. The housekeeper usually prepared my clothes the day before, and I just wore them. But today, I stood in front of the mirror and changed into five or six suits. I wished I had spent more on clothes back then. I tugged at my sleeve and took a deep breath. Even at 27, anything involving Gloria still made my hands tremble slightly. My friends would tease me for being so naive if they saw me. I even wondered if Gloria would like my outfit. Following the waiter, I walked toward the wedding hall. I was late because of a last-minute meeting, so the greeters were already gone, leaving only a photo of the bride and groom. Honestly, I came to Gloria's wedding with a bit of anger, wanting to know what made the groom deserve her love. But when I saw the wedding photo, I stopped in my tracks. The groom looked strikingly similar to me.