Groom Swap at the Wedding

"What a sweet couple."

A friend walked over and looked at the two of them before turning to me with a teasing grin. "Jealous of them?"

I smiled faintly and shook my head. "Filthy."

My friend blinked, confused.

I didn't bother explaining. I turned to leave.

With so many people around, I assumed Rose wouldn't notice me. But the moment I turned, her voice rang out.

"Marcus!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rose marching toward us, clearly furious.

I had no interest in seeing her again, so I quickened my pace. I thought she'd take the hint and stop, but instead—completely ignoring the stares around us—she hurried straight after me and blocked my path.

"Marcus, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me calling you?"

I knew her temper well enough. Since she had already caught up to me, I didn't try to avoid her anymore. I simply asked calmly, "What do you want?"

Rose seemed taken aback by my indifference. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Zachary, standing beside her, greeted me. "Hey, Marcus. What a coincidence. Didn't expect we'd run into each other again. Twice in the same city, no less."

I could hear the implication in his words.

Rose heard it too. Her gaze darkened as she looked at me. "So, you followed me here again?"

I was speechless for a moment. "I didn't follow you. It's just a coincidence."

"Oh, please. Once might be a coincidence—but twice? You expect me to believe things just happen to line up like that? And if you weren't following me, why did you look so guilty just now? Why did you run from me?"

Rose stared at me coldly, her eyes full of mockery.

She was clearly convinced by her own suspicions.

Zachary suddenly spoke up again, sounding aggrieved. "Rose, please don't argue with Marcus because of me. If it's causing trouble, I can leave. Marcus can keep you company instead.

"After all, Marcus was supposed to join you on this business trip. I should've known that people might get the wrong idea seeing me here with you."

Rose's face had shown a flicker of doubt, but hearing him, she hardened her tone. "Who's getting the wrong idea? We're on a legitimate business trip! Only petty people would think otherwise!"

As she said that, she cast a cold glance at me.

Obviously, she was calling me petty.

I couldn't help feeling amused.

I expected Rose to start scolding me the way she always did after Zachary complained about me—going on and on without end.

But surprisingly, her expression softened instead. She sighed and said, "Marcus, stop overthinking, okay? You're wearing me out. I promise, once we get back, we'll have our wedding. Just let it go and go home, alright? Besides, we're already legally married; what's there to worry about?"

So, she really didn't realize she'd already signed the divorce papers. And now she was trying to brush me off with the promise of a wedding—just to keep me from ruining their honeymoon.

The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

"Our wedding?" I let out a scoff, pulled the divorce agreement from my bag, and thrust it into her face. "Looks like you really do have a terrible memory, Rose. Did you forget we're already divorced?"