In response, Noah made a frown.

"That night was special. Yvette said someone was stalking her. She was scared walking home alone. So, I went to check on her!"

"Didn’t you say she’s a girlboss? Why would a girlboss be scared of being followed?"

My angry roar made his face twist with frustration.

"And another thing, the last time I was out of town for your birthday, I came back and saw you two hugging and kissing in the VIP room of that restaurant. Did you think I was dead?"

Noah froze for a moment, then quickly shouted back, "Who’s spreading lies like that? That never happened!"

I didn’t waste my breath arguing. Instead, I grabbed my phone and tossed it to him.

"Look for yourself! Yvette posted the video online! Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t know!"

Noah’s jaw dropped. Then, he scratched his head hard. He looked really mad.

"Enough already! Why are you acting crazy like this? If you were even half as understanding as Yvette, I wouldn’t be fighting with you right now!"

"Evelyn, listen carefully. You need to apologize to Yvette! If you don’t, I won’t marry you. There will be no groom at tomorrow’s wedding and I’d love to see how your family explains that to everyone!"

Once he shouted all of that, his phone rang. Noah’s whole tone changed in an instant. His voice became soft and gentle.

"Where are you? Don’t be scared. I’ll come to you right away."

I clearly saw the name flashing on his screen. Yvette. Without another word, he slammed the door and stormed out.

A little while later, one of Noah’s friends sent me a video. Yvette was sitting alone at the bar, drinking.

Then, Noah showed up and wrapped his arm around her. Before long, they were kissing. Right after, Yvette herself sent me a few photos of them kissing passionately.

Along with the photos, she added a teasing message.

[Oops, I accidentally sent this to the wrong person, Evelyn. You don’t mind, do you?]

I rolled my eyes and blocked her number without replying. Without further ado, I started packing up Noah’s things, planning to throw them all out. On his bedside table was a small locked box. I forced it open and found a letter inside. It was handwritten letters between Noah and Yvette.

Noah had written something.

[If Evelyn weren’t so rich, I couldn’t stand her!]

And Yvette’s response made my blood run cold.

[Noah, if I stole the bride away, would you come with me?]

Noah’s reply was even worse.

[Of course I would! But I haven’t gotten the money from the Arrows Family yet. Yvette, please just wait a bit longer… ]

I finally found out that Noah wasn’t marrying me out of love, but he was marrying me for money. If that was the reason, he would take out as much as money he could. Not long after that, my parents called to check in about the wedding rehearsal.

I told them everything went smoothly, except for one little change.

"The groom needs to be replaced. Put in the guy who’s been chasing me since we were kids, the one who always called me ‘sister.’"

Since Noah had his precious childhood female friend whom he considered his ‘big sister,’ I also had my own childhood friend whom I considered my ‘little brother.’ The next morning, I sat at the hotel to get my bridal makeup done.

Noah walked in and placed his hands on my shoulders, smiling smugly.

"Evelyn, it looks like you’ve finally come to your senses. Yvette was nice enough to let us marry today, so you can apologize to her tomorrow."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice, "By the way, didn’t you buy that limited-edition Chanel bag last month? Give it to me as an apology gift."

I slowly looked up at him.

Yvette had been whining about that same bag on social media for weeks. It wasn’t just expensive since it could only be bought if you were a VIP customer at the Chanel flagship store. And now Noah thought he could just take mine with a few sweet words? How ridiculous!

I didn’t respond, simply letting the makeup artist continue. Yesterday, I called my new groom. He agreed without hesitation.

Honestly, though, we hadn’t seen each other in years. I had no idea what he was like now or what kind of man I was about to marry.

I finished my makeup and slipped into my wedding dress. When I walked out, I saw Noah sitting in the chair, asking the makeup artist to fix his face, too. I stopped her immediately.

"No need to do his makeup. He’s just a guest today."

Noah froze.

"What do you mean by that?"

However, I didn’t want to argue. Instead, I turned and walked away to greet the arriving guests. But he followed right behind me, pestering me nonstop.

"Evelyn, what are you talking about? What do you mean?!"

Before I could answer, the giant screen in the hall suddenly lit up. An obscene video started playing with my face. Gasps filled the room. Every single guest turned to stare at me. My parents were so shocked they almost fell over.

"Evelyn Arrows, what is this?!"

Then, Yvette strolled out from backstage, her face full of fake guilt.

"I’m so sorry, Evelyn. I meant to play a video of you and Noah kissing. Who knew I’d accidentally play … this."

Noah tightened his grip on my waist and leaned close, his voice low and threatening as he said, "If you don’t marry me today, I’ll spread this video everywhere."

At that moment, the doors burst open. Curious people from outside rushed in, pulling out their phones and shoving them in my face. Flashes went off nonstop as they snapped photos and recorded videos.

I was shaking with rage. These two monsters, Noah and Yvette, had planned this from the very beginning. My poor mother ended up fainting on the spot as she couldn’t handle what just happened. I tried to reach her, but the mob surrounded me.

"Evelyn, do your parents know what kind of slut you are?"

"She probably killed her mom for being a fucking slut!"

"How much for a night with you, huh? I’ll even film a video of us!"

The filthy faces and disgusting voices made me sick to my stomach. And while I was trapped, Noah left me there to run to Yvette and hug her like a hero protecting a damsel in distress. Just as the crowd was about to crush me, the video on the screen suddenly stopped.

The man closest to me was punched straight in the face. Another was sent flying back with a hit to the chest. The mob stepped back in fear.

While the mob was retreating, I finally saw a familiar figure.

Micah Herbert, my childhood friend, grabbed my wrist tightly as he said,"You promised to call me if you needed me to crash the wedding. Don’t go back on your word now!"