As soon as the halftime whistle blew, Oliver sprinted towards the stands where I sat. His red jersey clung to his sweat-drenched body, and his hair glistened in the sun, giving him a vibrant and energetic look.
"Alina!" he called out, flashing a wide smile.
But when he noticed Alexander beside me, that smile faded.
"Who's this?" Oliver asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable. "Oliver, this is Alexander Lane. Alexander, this is Oliver Green."
Then, after a brief pause, I added, "Alexander is... my other fiancé."
Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief. "How many fiancés do you have?"
I sighed, feeling the absurdity of the situation weighing on me. "Nine."
Oliver looked even more stunned, his mouth hanging open as if searching for
