He Gave Her My Wedding

Elena's POV: On my wedding day, Adrian Foster's childhood sweetheart Vivian Clarke was wearing my wedding dress. He stopped me and smiled as if this were all a joke. "Let's play a game. Guess which one is real. Is it your name on our marriage certificate, or are you the real bride at this wedding?" Before I could answer, Vivian Clarke handed me a bridesmaid dress. Adrian lifted the hem of her gown and smiled at her gently. "Vivian has progressive amnesia. I want to give her a wedding with everyone here to witness it. You get the marriage certificate. Vivian gets the wedding. That's fair." Ardrian's sister, Natalie Foster, even adjusted Vivian's veil. "Elena, if you're going to marry into the Foster family, you can't make a scene over every little thing. Be sensible." Then the officiant announced loudly, "Please welcome today's beautiful bride, Vivian Clarke." I tried to rush forward, but my best friend, Megan Brooks, held me back. "Adrian and Vivian were together for 8 years. She finally remembered him. You absolutely cannot ruin this wedding." Seeing my best friend side with them snuffed out the last bit of warmth I had left. Everyone was helping Adrian betray me. So I took off my wedding ring and threw it into the trash. I didn't want this wedding anymore. And I didn't want the man either. After I walked outside, someone grabbed my wrist from behind. Adrian pulled me against his chest. Heat radiated from his body, and he held a bouquet of lilies of the valley in his other hand. "Your bouquet. Don't forget it." I tried to pull free, but he wouldn't let go. "What is this supposed to mean?" "You need to stay and be our bridesmaid. Bring the bouquet in for Vivian and me." I looked at him and gave a quiet laugh. "Not happening. Find someone else." Adrian noticed me covering my nose and frowned. He set the bouquet on the steps and took medication from his pocket. "Your seasonal allergies are acting up again. Just hold out a little longer. Once you hand Vivian the bouquet, it'll be over." Natalie hurried outside, looking annoyed. "Do you have to make such a scene and leave Vivian standing there alone? Do you know how many cameras are pointed at her?" Megan came right behind her, frowning too. "Elena, are you trying to destroy this wedding? As your best friend, I'm telling you to stop embarrassing yourself. Adrian and Vivian are a perfect match. He's a rising tech entrepreneur, and she's a pianist. And you? You own a flower shop and can't even stand next to a bouquet without your allergies flaring up." I stared at her in disbelief. She had been my friend since childhood. When she lost her job, I helped her find another one. I had even worked part-time to help cover her living expenses through high school and college. And now she was betraying me to outsiders. A tight ache settled in my chest, and my voice rose despite myself. "I found out on my wedding day that I'm not even the bride. Am I not allowed to be angry?" Suddenly, Vivian stumbled outside, her eyes red from crying. "The media's saying the groom ran away. They're laughing at me for being abandoned again." Adrian turned toward her immediately. Vivian rushed into his arms. Her shoulder slammed into me, and I twisted my ankle as I fell. Adrian didn't even glance at me. My chest clenched with pain. Even after 10 years of standing by him, I still hadn't been enough for him to cherish me. He gently wiped a tear from Vivian's cheek, tenderness plain on his face. "I'll go back inside with you right now." Vivian noticed the bouquet on the steps and choked out, "Elena, do you hate me that much? I shouldn't have come here and disturbed your wedding." When she reached for her veil, Adrian stopped her. "Don't. She won't leave." He was certain I would obediently wait for him. I knew how hard it had been to stay together for 10 years when our backgrounds were so different. No matter how many arguments or disappointments came between us, I had always waited for his explanation. Vivian pouted. "Then what about my bridesmaid? Who's going to bring us the rings?" Adrian immediately patted her head. "Don't worry. I'll solve everything." While preparing for the wedding, I had nearly exhausted myself negotiating the schedule with the owner of Rosecroft Castle. Adrian solved it with one phone call. "Elena, when you're with me, you don't need to worry about anything." Now that gift for making problems disappear with a single call was being used for Vivian instead. Vivian smiled. "Thank you, Adrian." He handed the wedding rings to Megan, who looked delighted. But tears welled in Vivian's eyes again. "I want Elena's blessing. I'll feel safer if she's there." Natalie nodded in agreement. "She's a florist and has worked plenty of weddings. She knows the process better than anyone." Adrian looked at my pale face. He frowned. "Why are you so pale? Forget it." But Vivian tugged at his arm and murmured, "You know this will be the only wedding I ever have. Can you really bear to leave me with regrets?" Adrian hesitated. In the end, he pushed the rings toward me. "Elena, be generous. Trust me. The party tonight will be ours." I didn't take them. His hand remained suspended between us. Natalie urged, "The officiant is still waiting. I'll take them. Let's finish the ceremony first." The doors of Rosecroft Castle closed again. I looked at the white peonies I had arranged with my own hands. Then I called my lawyer. "I'm divorcing Adrian Foster. Prepare the divorce agreement."