A Fairytale's End

”You look good in that suit, but not as good as me.”

“Did you know? Sienna had it custom-made to my measurements from the start. She’d been waiting for me to come back and marry her.”

I had spent over half a year meticulously planning this wedding.

The lead role was not mine from the very beginning.

On the wedding day, two bodyguards pinned me in place at the venue.

Sienna appeared in the wedding gown I had chosen for her. It was stunning enough to take my breath away.

She lifted the hem of her dress and gracefully twirled. Happiness was written all over her face.

“Zach, do I look beautiful?”

“I can’t give you a wedding, but the first eyes to see me in this gown are yours.”

She crouched to reach for my hand.

I coldly pulled my hand back.

“The one you’re marrying isn’t me. It’s Lance.”

Lance was jealous. He reached out and pulled Sienna into his arms.

“Why’d you make him do this? Sienna, I won’t be happy if this ceremony isn’t flawless.”

She looked torn, glancing back and forth between us.

Her brow furrowed as though she was truly caught in immense pain.

I thought it was hilarious.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your wedding. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness.”

Her face went pale in an instant. She shouted at me, panicked,

“Zach! You can’t say that!”

“I’ve explained everything to you! Why are you so stubborn?”

“Look at yourself. Who else can you depend on but me?”

I stayed cold, refusing to look at her.

Her eyes flashed with anger at my silence. She waved her hand, and the two bodyguards immediately stepped forward.

“Wheel him up to the altar.”

She wanted me to officiate.

She wanted me to conduct the ceremony for her and Lance.

“Zach, you don’t want people gossiping about me, do you?”

“Only you as officiant will minimize the whispers. You…”

“Fine.”

I broke through her fake act and responded with icy calm.

If she wanted to trample my last shred of dignity, she better not regret it.

The wedding hall was swarming with media. Cameras and long lenses were blocking every exit.

This did not look like the simple ceremony she had claimed, supposedly just a promise for Lance.

Those in the industry saw me sitting to one side of the altar, while the groom was replaced by Lance.

Whispers and strange glances spread like wildfire.

Curious, excited, even disdainful eyes bore into me.

The ceremony began. The MC finished the formalities and solemnly handed me the microphone.

Every eye in the hall was on me.

I took the microphone. The cold metal in my hand made me feel sharper than ever.

I looked up at the inseparable couple before me.

I cleared my throat and spoke,

“Congratulations to this treacherous pair. May your union last a hundred years.”

A stunned silence fell, even the music seemed to halt.

I did not wait for their reactions. I pressed on, "I just wonder... what does Sienna, the actress betrayed by her boyfriend of ten years, have to say about marrying the man who nearly killed her and left her crippled?"

The crowd erupted.

Cameras spun and journalists trained their lenses on the three of us.

“What did you just say?!”

Sienna’s face was drained of color. She lunged at me, desperate to snatch the microphone.

“Security! Get him! Take him away!”

The two bodyguards moved forward, reaching for my wheelchair.

“One hand on him, and you’ll regret it!”