At my wedding to my childhood friend, Mason Rivers, a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

[LMAO, supporting character still doesn’t know the groom is a stand-in! The real male lead, Mason Rivers, is at the hospital with the fragile, sweet female!]

[It doesn’t matter who the groom is. He only agreed to the marriage to keep his company afloat. This story is about the childhood sweetheart losing to the girl who came later.]

[In the end, the supporting character gets completely ruined by the male lead. I almost feel bad for her.]

I hid the shock in my eyes and pretended not to know anything as I finished the ceremony.

I didn’t want to be the stepping stone for their love, the disposable extra who dies a tragic death.

If he didn’t want to marry me, then I’d turn this act into something real and marry someone else instead.

“Mr. Rivers, do you take Miss Wills to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or poorer…”

“I… do.” The man’s voice came through the mask, low and slightly muffled.

The guests below the stage whispered among themselves, all marveling at how deeply Mason Rivers cared for me.

“Mr. Rivers is truly devoted. I heard he came down with a sudden high fever last night, and even today he insisted on going through with this wedding, mask and all, just so he wouldn’t disappoint Yuna Wills, his childhood sweetheart.”

“Exactly. There’s nothing quite like growing up together. And with the Rivers and Wills families joining forces, the entire Southvale business world is bound to feel the impact.”

Listening to the praise from below, I felt nothing but disgust.

Because the comments flashing before my eyes were scrolling wildly:

[What devotion? Mason’s at a hillside villa outside the city right now, holding Joyce Lowe while watching the wedding livestream. The two of them are sipping wine and laughing at the bride like she’s a joke.]

[That stand-in groom really got the short end of the stick—twenty grand to be the fall guy. Just wait, the female supporting lead is about to humiliate him in front of everyone.]

[New readers wouldn’t know this, but that stand-in is actually the biggest hidden boss in the whole story—Edwin Walker, the invisible billionaire!]

[He’s been secretly in love with Yuna for ten years. Later, to avenge her, he wipes out the entire Rivers family without leaving a trace. Absolute tragic romantic.]

My heart jolted violently.

Edwin Walker?

The mysterious tycoon who controlled a vast business empire.

He was in love with me? And he came here to be my fake groom?

I took a slow breath and raised my hand, cutting off the officiant. “Wait.”

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

The man in front of me avoided my gaze, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, his breathing growing uneven.

I curled my lips into a faint smile and asked gently, “Mason, you don’t look well. Did you forget your medication while preparing for the wedding?”

He coughed nervously, his throat bobbing. “Yes… I’m not feeling too great.”

I went along with it and turned to the officiant and the guests. “I’m sorry, everyone. The groom isn’t feeling well. I’ll take him to the lounge to get some medicine. We’ll pause for ten minutes. Please enjoy the champagne.”

With that, I grabbed the groom’s wrist and pulled him toward the backstage lounge.

The moment the door closed, the phone on the table vibrated.

I picked it up and saw over a dozen unread messages, all from Joyce.

[Yuna, you’ve figured out the groom is fake by now, right? Surprise? Mason and I are watching your wedding livestream.]

Attached was a high-resolution photo: Mason had Joyce wrapped in his arms, his chin resting against the top of her head, both of them smiling sweetly.

[Forgot to mention, this was my idea. Mason said that even though you grew up together, I’m the one he truly loves.]

[This wedding? It’s just a game he put together to make me happy. You’re not mad, are you, Yuna?]

I let out a cold laugh, my fingers flying across the screen as I shot back:

[Really? Then do you believe that with just one phone call from me, he’ll drop everything, come running back, and beg at my feet?]

Sure enough, the other side went silent for a long time.

Good. She took the bait.

I turned to look at the silent groom beside me.

He glanced at me, a little flustered, his voice low and hoarse. “Yuna, actually I…”

I patted his shoulder. “Edwin, relax.”

The comments exploded in confusion: [Cover blown! Why isn’t the female supporting lead following the script?]

Edwin visibly relaxed. “So, you already knew.”

After a brief silence, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath.

“Mason isn’t worth marrying. Today, he just wanted to humiliate you on purpose.”

I suddenly leaned in close to him. “I didn’t stop the wedding to expose you. I just need you to play along with me for a scene.”

Thinking of how, in the story, he took revenge on the Rivers family for my sake, only to end up dying alongside Mason, my vision blurred as tears slipped down my cheeks.

Edwin panicked, fumbling as he wiped my tears away.

“If you feel wronged, I can…”

I looked at him steadily. “Edwin, listen carefully. You’re the one I want to marry.”

The comments instantly flooded the screen in a sea of pink: [What the hell did I just hear? The supporting female lead just snapped out of it. Did she just propose?!]

[I’m screaming! Look at his eyes, he has completely fallen for her!]

When we returned to the stage, the officiant smiled and announced, “Now, please exchange rings.”

I picked up the ring, but when I slid it onto his finger, it got stuck stubbornly at the knuckle.

He tried awkwardly to push it on, but I pressed down on his hand to stop him.

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

“What’s going on? The ring doesn’t fit?”

“How do you mess up something this important? The Rivers and Wills families are being awfully careless.”

At the main table, Mason’s parents’ expressions darkened instantly. They exchanged a look, and in each other’s eyes was the same flicker of panic and unease.

So, they had known all along about Mason’s farce and chose to cover it up.

My mother frowned, watching me with concern.

I gave my parents a reassuring look, signaling for them to stay calm.

Then, under the uncertain gaze of everyone present, I reached out and tore the mask off Edwin’s face.

“Oh my God! The groom isn’t Mason Rivers!”

“Then where’s the real groom?!”

Mason’s mother, Grace Clark, was the first to react. “What… what is going on? Who are you?!”

Mason’s father, William Rivers, turned ashen.

He shouted at the restless crowd and reporters below the stage, “Quiet down! Where’s security? There’s been a minor issue with the wedding. We’ll resolve it immediately!”

The comments kept racing across my vision: [This is getting good! Front row seats! Who’s got snacks?]

[In the original storyline, the one crying on stage in total panic was supposed to be Yuna. Now it’s the Mason’s parents instead. Ironic.]

My mother looked at me anxiously. “Yuna, what’s going on? Where’s Mason?”

I turned and gave my parents a reassuring look.

Under the stunned gaze of the entire room, I took Edwin’s hand.

“Thank you all for being here today to witness my wedding to Edwin Walker. There’s been a small mix-up—the signage and rings were prepared incorrectly.”

I paused, then continued, “But it’s nothing serious. The ceremony will go on.”

Beside me, Edwin straightened his posture, as if staking his claim.

Grace trembled with anger as she glared at me. “Yuna, have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you’re doing?

“You actually brought in some random man to replace Mason? Where do you think that leaves the Rivers family’s reputation?!”

William stepped forward as well, lowering his voice. “Yuna, don’t be reckless. You and Mason grew up together. Even if he skipped out today, you can’t treat an alliance between our families like a joke.

“Stop the wedding now. We’ll handle this privately.”

I ignored them and handed the microphone to Edwin.

“Edwin, tell everyone why you’re standing here today.”

He met my gaze, a faint smile passing between us, his voice steady and clear:

“The reason I’m standing here today… is because Mason Rivers paid me twenty thousand dollars to take his place at this wedding.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire hall erupted.

“What?! He paid someone to stand in for him at his own wedding?!”

“Oh my God, has Mason lost his mind? This is humiliating the Wills family in front of everyone!”

Exposed on the spot, William and Grace’s faces drained of all color.

My father’s anger finally exploded. He pointed straight at William and shouted, “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. Treating my daughter’s wedding like some kind of joke.

“Have you no shame at all? Do you really think the Wills family has no one to stand up for her?!”

My mother’s eyes reddened with fury as she hurried onto the stage, pulling me protectively behind her. She looked at the Rivers family and said coldly, “This wedding is off. From this moment on, the Wills family has nothing to do with the Rivers family.”

Seeing the alliance about to collapse, Grace panicked.

“Yuna, Mason was just being immature. I’ll call him right now and have him come back to apologize to you.”

I let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Sure. I’ll give him one more chance. If you can reach him right now, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

Beside me, Edwin’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. I leaned closer and murmured, “Don’t worry. He’s not coming back.”

Like someone clinging to her last lifeline, Grace frantically pulled out her phone and started dialing Mason’s number.

Once. Twice. Three times…

Each time, the same cold automated voice echoed from the receiver: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

I lowered my gaze, feigning disappointment. “Looks like Mr. Rivers has no intention of coming back.

“Security. Please escort the unrelated parties out.”

William and Grace were quickly pulled away by security, while reporters surged forward, cameras flashing inches from their faces.

My mother held my hand tightly, asking no questions. “Yuna, whatever you decide, your father and I will support you.”

My father gave my shoulder a firm pat. Warmth surged through me, and for a moment, I nearly broke down.

A comment drifted across my vision.

[In the original story, Yuna insisted on marrying Mason, cut ties with her family, and in the end, he drove the Wills family into bankruptcy.

[Her parents aged overnight… and ended their life together. Seeing this now actually makes me want to cry.]

I lowered my head, hiding the emotion in my eyes. If they chose to be ruthless, then they couldn’t blame me for doing the same.

After the ceremony ended, I immediately called my executive assistant.

“Terminate all cooperation with the Rivers family at once and pull every dollar we’ve invested. Leave nothing behind.”

The news that I had swapped grooms on the spot and married Edwin didn’t spread right away.

The Rivers family suppressed it, trying to keep their stock from crashing.

The moment the wedding ended, Edwin and I rushed to get our marriage license. Right after, he said he had to go overseas for a few days.

Meanwhile, completely in the dark, Mason spent two carefree days at a villa on the outskirts of the city with Joyce before finally sensing something was off.

By now, I should’ve already made a scene and forced him to come back, but I hadn’t taken any action.

Mason absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, not even responding when Joyce called his name.

“This isn’t right. Yuna’s just playing hard to get,” he scoffed, tossing his phone aside.

Joyce tested the waters carefully. “Mason, do you think Yuna’s really upset? Maybe you should go back and smooth things over. It’s not worth offending the Wills family because of me…”

“Apologize to her? She’s not worth it.” Mason lifted her chin, his expression full of arrogance.

“She’s hopelessly in love with me. She can’t walk away from our twenty years of history.

“I’d bet in less than three days, she’ll come running back with funding, begging me to marry her. I’ve been too soft on her.”

Right then, a comment drifted across the screen.

[I’m dying. Does this guy even have a brain? He still doesn’t know the Wills family already pulled their investment. The Rivers Group is about to crash and burn.]

[Man, your whole house is on fire and you’re still sitting there feeling proud.]