On the wedding day, the husband put the wedding dress on someone else — Novel

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On the day that was supposed to celebrate love, Ulyssa finds herself at the center of a shocking betrayal. As her fiancé, Felix, drapes the wedding dress meant for her onto his foster sister, the guests are left in awkward silence, but Ulyssa’s reaction is anything but expected. Instead of retreating into a corner, she boldly takes a seat among the onlookers, a calm smile masking the storm brewing within. With a single toss of the wedding ring into the trash, she sends a message that reverberates far beyond the hall: she is done playing the role of the obedient bride.

But the chaos has only just begun. As accusations fly and family members circle like vultures, Ulyssa is faced with the weight of her past and the realization that Felix no longer remembers the love that once bound them. With the specter of a five-year promise hanging over her, the stakes grow higher as old wounds are reopened. In a moment of clarity, she reaches for a number buried in her past, igniting a spark of hope that could change everything.

As tensions escalate and hearts are put on the line, Ulyssa must decide: Will she reclaim her story, or will she remain trapped in a web of deceit and expectation? The wedding is off, but the drama is just beginning.

On the wedding day, the husband put the wedding dress on someone elseChapter 1

On our wedding day, he actually took his foster sister’s hand, half joking, tilted his head toward her, and called her the bride.

The next second, the wedding dress that was supposed to be mine was draped over her shoulders by his own hands.

The guests shifted awkwardly but did not dare speak up. They rushed to smooth things over.

“It’s all family, just a joke.”

“Ulyssa won’t mind. She’s always so sensible.”

They all assumed that, just like the past five years, I would swallow every grievance, hide in a corner, and hurt in silence.

But I simply smiled, pulled out a chair among the guests, and sat down to calmly enjoy the meal.

Only when he finally realized something was wrong did he panic, hastily shove the wrinkled wedding dress back into my arms, and pretend nothing had happened as he spoke gently.

“Ulyssa, come up. Everyone is waiting for you. Don’t hold things up.”

I looked up at him, my expression as calm as if a century had passed.

Then, right in front of him, I tossed the wedding ring into the trash bin.

“Felix, I’m not marrying you.”