My Best Friend Stole My Groom Before the WeddingChapter 1

One week before the wedding, my best friend rushed back from another province just to help me prepare for the ceremony.

That night, while she was still in the shower, her phone began to ring.

"Elaine, can you check who's calling?" she called from the bathroom.

I chuckled and teased, "Aren't you afraid I'll find out if you're hiding some secret boyfriend?"

I picked up her phone and unlocked it. A message popped up from a pinned contact on WhatsApp.

[Baby, are we doing it tonight?]

Beneath it was a photo—a provocative one of a woman in a skimpy bunny costume, holding a pair of pink handcuffs.

Another message followed, this time a voice note.

"I've missed you so much. How about we try this tonight?"

I froze. Then I played it again.

My face burned at first—then the heat drained away, leaving me cold all over.

Because that voice... wasn't anyone else's.

It was my fiancé's, Iñigo.

——

The room was warm, but I felt like I'd fallen into ice water.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, every splash pounding against my chest, making it hard to breathe.