Three months later, Jason and I held our wedding as scheduled.

The wedding dress had been tailored for a 100-pound figure. I couldn’t fit into it, so I grabbed a red gown and changed into that instead.

The moment Jason saw me, his face twisted in disbelief.

“Jenna! It’s been three months, and you didn’t lose a single pound. You got even fatter. You’re like a pig now. You’ve completely disappointed me. You don’t deserve to be my bride!”

I was back to one hundred and twenty-one pounds.

I wasn’t fat at all. He was just ridiculously picky, so he kept tearing me down.

His relatives gathered around, whispering and pointing.

“Didn’t you say your fiancée had a great figure? Big chest and nice hips? Why does she look like this? How much does she eat every day?”

Even his parents looked at me with open disdain.

“I told my neighbors Jason found a girl from the city, said she was beautiful. Look at her waist. Where’s the elegance in that?”

This wasn’t my first time meeting his parents.

The first time I met his parents, I went back to his hometown with him.

Their house was old and run-down.

From the moment I arrived, his parents picked me apart. The tonic I brought wasn’t good enough, and the liquor I bought wasn’t the right kind.

Over dinner, his parents said, “People where we’re from don’t believe in taking money from the groom’s family. It seems like selling your daughter. You understand that, right? You’re a modern woman.”

“And besides, you’re an orphan. Your family can’t contribute anything for the wedding. How can you take money from us?”

Jason always told me how hard his parents had it, so I should be more understanding. I swallowed everything I could.

I even thought I’d been lacking in manners.

Back then, I was naïve. I thought as long as Jason loved me, that was enough.

Looking back now, it was laughable.

They’d already been tearing me down before I even married into the family.

Good thing I never actually married him. Otherwise, I would’ve walked straight into hell.

I spread my hands casually. “If you think I’m too fat, then call off the wedding.”

I’d always been the obedient type. Seeing my indifferent attitude, Jason snapped instantly.

“Jenna, what’s that supposed to mean? You think just because the invitations are sent and the venue’s booked, this wedding is set in stone? You think you can do whatever you want now? Dream on. There’s a line of women chasing me. A fat pig like you? I don’t want you anymore!”

I crossed my arms. “Then don’t. Just don’t regret it.”

“The only thing I’d regret is marrying a pig like you!” Jason let out a sharp laugh. Then he grabbed the microphone and announced it to everyone.

“Sorry to make a scene, everyone. I’m switching brides today. My new bride is the maid of honor. In terms of looks and body, she’s a thousand times better than Jenna Tanner.

“Everyone here can be my witness. I’m done with Jenna. Even if she comes crawling back to beg me, I’ll never take her back.”

My smile deepened, but I said nothing.

The guests started whispering.

“The maid of honor? Isn’t that the bride’s best friend?”

“The bride isn’t even ugly, and she’s not fat either. If he’s switching brides on the spot, the maid of honor must be stunning.”

Jason shot me a smug look.

“Chloe, come on out. It’s time for us to get married.”

Under everyone’s eager gaze, Chloe slowly walked in from outside.

But the moment they saw her, the entire room froze.

Eyes widened. Faces filled with shock.

Jason’s smug smile stiffened.

Then he doubled over and started vomiting uncontrollably.