"Yes, I, Joel Griffins, will marry Jasmine."
I turned and there on the TV screen, Joel held the rising star Jasmine Stevens in his arms. They exchanged smiles, surrounded by a throng of media offering congratulations.
I froze, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. The face on the screen was unmistakable—Joel, the man I had embraced for three years, my boyfriend who had vanished without a trace three months ago.
The unexpected twist left me in shock. Hastily, I grabbed my phone and checked Twaddle to confirm the news. The top trending topics were all about:
#JoelJasmine#
#JasmineEngagement#
#Joel_the_Prince_of_Blumens'_Elite_Circle#
Looking at the familiar pictures scattered about in Twaddle caused my heart to clenched tightly.
"Jasmine is your fiancée, so where does that leave me?"
Joel and I were together for three years. He was a graduate student at the neighboring university. He told me he had no parents and had to pay his tuition by working part-time.
I met him when he was at his lowest point, contemplating ending it all. It was me who pulled him back from the brink of death.