I Shone at My Classmate’s Wedding

In my eighth year working at the Federal Intelligence Agency, my younger brother called me dozens of times, begging me to be the witness at his wedding.

When my superior learned about it, he even arranged a private jet to fly me back to my hometown, Bayshore City.

After getting off the plane and rushing to the wedding venue, I discovered that my brother’s bride was none other than Isabella Reed, the high school beauty who had once falsely accused me of theft, causing me to be ostracized for three years.

She was surrounded by a group of our old high school classmates.

The moment they saw me, they couldn’t help but sneer:

“Hey, isn’t this the thief who stole Isabella’s things back in the day? I don’t think she invited you—how shameless of you to show up?”

“She’s probably so poor she can’t even afford food. She must’ve heard Isabella was marrying the richest man in Bayshore City, so she came to freeload!”

“Some people really have no shame. Everyone, keep an eye on your belongings, or this bottom-feeding thief might steal them again!”

Isabella pretended to smooth things over. “Oh, that incident back then… Claire probably didn’t mean it. I’ve long since stopped caring.”

As she spoke, she looked at me with a smug smile:

“But today is my big day. My husband is the richest man in Bayshore City, and the guests here are all wealthy and powerful. With your lowly status—and your sticky fingers—this isn’t the place for you.”

“If you want to eat, you’ll have to wait at the door. Once everyone’s finished, I’ll pack up some leftovers for you.”

The classmates rushed to praise Isabella for her beauty and kindness, and some even urged me to kneel down and thank her for her generosity.

I only smiled faintly.

“If I don’t go in, this wedding isn’t happening today.”

Because of the secrecy of my work, I rarely interacted with the outside world.

Even with my own brother, I had barely seen him over the years.

But now that he was getting married, and with our parents gone, I couldn’t possibly miss it.

When I arrived at the venue and saw the wedding portrait at the hotel entrance, I realized that the woman my brother had spoken so highly of was the same Isabella who had framed me and made me a pariah in high school.

At this moment, Isabella stood at the entrance of the luxury hotel in a snow-white custom-designed wedding gown, eagerly waiting for the groom.

Her old classmates surrounded her.

“Isabella, you kept this too well hidden! Only today do we find out your husband is the richest man in Bayshore City!”

“Right? You really have talent, to marry such an extraordinary man. Being your classmate is the luckiest thing in my life!”

“Isabella, you’re about to be the billionaire’s wife now. Don’t forget your old classmates!”

Even our old homeroom teacher, Mr. Johnson, spoke with flattery:

“Isabella, do you know why I never criticized you back then, even when your grades were poor and you didn’t study? Because I knew you were destined for greatness.”

Basked in all this praise, Isabella’s smile grew wider, her eyes full of pride.

But the moment I appeared, the same classmates who had just been fawning over her immediately frowned, glaring at me with disdain.

“Hey, isn’t that the thief who stole Isabella’s bracelet back in high school? I’m sure she wasn’t invited. What are you doing here?”

“What else? She must be starving and came to freeload because Isabella’s marrying a billionaire!”

“What bad luck! On such a happy day, this piece of trash shows up!”

“Everyone, keep an eye on your things, or this lowly thief will snatch them again!”

Just like in high school, they mocked and humiliated me without restraint.