I Exposed His Mistress At Our Wedding

The car finally pulled up in front of a bakery.

I recognized the name immediately. It was the bakery where Kylian had been buying spiced honey cakes for the past two years.

As he approached the entrance, a figure dashed out to greet him. She flew into his arms like a butterfly. The girl looked just as she did in the photos—young, vibrant, and full of life. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his touch tender and caring.

Her slender arms encircled his neck, clearly trying to captivate him. Kylian gave her nose a playful tap, his face radiating warmth. As I watched, she rose on tiptoe to give him an eager kiss.

After six years together, it would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt. My nose stung, my eyes turned red, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Marcos, the taxi driver, quickly handed me a tissue, trying to offer some awkward comfort.

“Miss, don’t be upset. My wife left me for someone else because she thought I didn't earn enough. I got through it on dinner rolls and water for a month. Look at me now, I’m doing okay.”

His attempt to console me was of little comfort at this moment. But I appreciated his kindness. I thanked him and got out of the car.