His Ex–Girlfriend Wore My Wedding Dress
On our wedding day, Alexander’s ex–girlfriend sent him a notice that she was critically ill.
She said she just wanted to wear a wedding dress one last time before she died.
To fulfill her wish, Alexander locked me in the dressing room and prepared to hold the wedding ceremony with her.
Through the door, his impatient voice rang out.
“Can’t you be less cold–hearted? She’s dying. What’s wrong with letting her have this moment?”
Later, the boy next door who had a crush on me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him instead.
Alexander, with reddened eyes, pleaded with me, “Are you going to throw away our seven years of love for him?”
I brushed his hand away, “What else can we do, let him die? It’s just getting a marriage license. Don’t be so cold–hearted.”
1
There was still an hour before the wedding ceremony was set to begin.
I sat at the makeup table, looking at the photo Alexander’s ex–girlfriend had sent to my phone.
In the picture, she was wearing the wedding dress I had chosen, smiling as she clung to Alexander’s arm.
Alexander was looking down at her, his eyes full of tenderness.
She sent a message saying: [He said I look better in this dress than you would.]
She also said: [If you want your wedding ceremony to go smoothly, beg me.]
¡ turned off my phone and asked the makeup artist, “Is it really because the size was altered incorrectly that I can’t wear the wedding dress we originally decided on?”
The bridal shop I had chosen was also responsible for my makeup and photography.
To ensure everything would look perfect on the wedding day, I had spent a lot of money and had numerous discussions with their team.
But now, the makeup artist couldn’t even look me in the eye.
I knew what was going on.
I thought about how when Alexander accompanied me to try on wedding dresses, he was either answering phone calls or working on his laptop. But with his ex–girlfriend, he was all smiles.
I gripped my phone tightly and took a deep breath. “Please ask Alexander to come here.”
I needed an explanation.
The makeup artist’s assistant went to call him.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at the overly tight bodice that made it hard to breathe.
Perhaps clothes that don’t fit should never have been put on in the first place.
The wedding officiant arrived before Alexander did. His face showed the same guilt, along with a hint of apology.
“I’m sorry, Miss Amelia, but you won’t need to attend.”
“Won’t need to attend?” I almost laughed in anger. “Are you telling me that at my own wedding, I, the bride, can’t show up? Is that what you mean?”
The officiant opened his mouth to explain, but Alexander walked in.
4:20 PM
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He said, “It was my idea.”
Alexander was wearing the white suit I had chosen for him, but the bowtie at his collar wasn’t the one I had picked out.
Seeing my gaze fixed on his bowtie, he looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat. “Sophia is having surgery in a few days. The hospital has given her a critical condition notice. She said her only wish is to wear a wedding dress once.”
I laughed coldly, “At my wedding to you?”
I knew about Sophia.
It wasn’t until the third year of my relationship with Alexander that I learned he had an ex–girlfriend who had lost all her hair due to chemotherapy.
They had grown up together, and their families were close. Even after breaking up, they couldn’t completely cut ties.
Because she was receiving treatment in another city, Sophia’s parents had asked Alexander, who lived in the same city as us, to take care of
her.
At first, I respected and sympathized with her, feeling sorry that a young woman in the prime of her life had to suffer from illness.
But from the moment she started making Alexander deliver porridge to her in the middle of the night after our dates, my impression of her
took a sharp downturn.
Time and again, I held back because she was ill.
Alexander also seemed to understand the boundaries and always put my wishes first.
Whenever Sophia asked him to do something, he would report it to me. Only occasionally, when the situation was truly urgent, would he go to
her, and he would bring me along.
Until today.
When did Alexander try on wedding dresses with her? And when did he decide to give her the wedding dress I had chosen, letting her take my
place in the wedding ceremony?
