Bella was in a custom designer gown, beautiful and ostentatious, as if she were the star of the event.
Many guests were there—most were my former college classmates.
“Layla’s so lucky. Even as a worn-out shoe, she still landed Adrian.”
“Don’t forget she’s a public bike. Who knows whose kid she’s carrying?”
Bella heard their whispers and smirked to herself.
Across the room, Adrian stood holding a small ring box, glancing at his watch from time to time.
It wasn’t even a wedding, but he looked uncharacteristically nervous.
He texted me:
“Babe, how much longer until you’re here?”
I used to reply in seconds.
This time, a long silence.
A strange unease stirred in him.
The next second, the entire room gasped.
On the giant screen, a mysterious video began to play:
“No, I’m just playing around with her.”
“Adrian, propose first—then quietly tell her the truth.”
“Tell her it was you who took her virginity, and you who spread the campus rumors. I want to watch her reaction.”
“I hate Layla. She stole my graduate spot and acts all high-and-mighty!”
“Just help me ruin her one more time.”
Faces in the crowd grew increasingly grim.
Bella went pale, waving her arms frantically.
“It’s all fake! Don’t believe it!”