On The Wedding Day, I Chose The Groom Again!

My fiancé, who had loved me for years, stood me up on the day we were supposed to register our marriage.

That night, I received a provocative photo from another woman.

In the picture, my fiancé was bowing his head, peeling shrimp for her.

What he didn’t realize was that while he was busy catering to another woman, I had already registered my marriage with someone else.

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Under the scorching sun, I stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, waiting for Leo Carter, but he was nowhere in sight.

I repeatedly dialed his number, only to be met with the sound of it being turned off.

Lowering my gaze, I observed the bustling street. Before I left home, the nanny told me today was a perfect day for a marriage registration. Yet here I was, waiting for my fiancé, whose phone was unreachable.

With a sigh, I withdrew my hopeful gaze and slipped the materials into my backpack.

As I glanced at my phone, which was about to run out of battery, I prepared to call a taxi to head home.

“If you don’t answer, I thought I’d be a widow before getting married.” A cold, sarcastic voice cut through the air beside me.

Curiosity piqued, I turned my head to look.

A man in a suit stood not far away, his back to me. His broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him the proportions of an international model.

I recalled that he had arrived before me, and perhaps he had been stood up as well.

My thought was confirmed when his magnetic voice reached my ears again. “Oh? Are you saying you’ve found true love and want to take my money to run off with him?”

I noticed his gaze linger for a moment.

Hiss… His story sounded even worse than mine.

After hanging up, he stared at his phone for a while, then let out a scoff.

He turned to leave, and our eyes met.

His sharp eyebrows and eyes hinted at a wildness, while his delicate features gave the impression that God had favored him during creation.

His almost perfect build and flawless face made me forget my thoughts.

'How could someone so handsome be cheated on?' Shaking my head slightly, I felt a bit unreasonable.

The man raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue in his gaze. He lazily asked, “Enjoying the show?” There was a sense of powerlessness in his tone, yet it felt carefree and familiar.

I lightly pursed my lips and replied, “Do we know each other?”

“Huh? Are you really trying to strike up a conversation?” He seemed puzzled, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Standing there with a condescending posture and no trace of a smile, he inexplicably exuded an air of oppression.

A name suddenly flashed in my mind. “Isaac Murphy?”

The carefree demeanor of the man shifted as he straightened up, looking at me with a serious expression. “Nora Sanders?”

Surprised, I nodded with a smile, not expecting him to remember me.

Isaac had been the class monitor in my senior year of high school, and after he applied to a prestigious university abroad, I hadn’t seen him since.

With a curious expression, he raised an eyebrow and approached me.

His gaze fell on my backpack for a moment before he asked, “Are you here to get married?”

After a brief pause, he added, “With Leo?”

Leo and I had been childhood sweethearts, and whenever one of us was mentioned, the other's name would quickly follow.

From school uniforms to wedding dresses, everyone believed that our union was inevitable.

A few months ago, I had felt the same way.

I nodded, smiling as I replied, “Was.”

Isaac chuckled, “Not anymore?”

I stopped talking and took out my phone, preparing to call a taxi.

Just then, I heard him say, “How about me?”

I paused, my phone still in hand, my gaze returning to Isaac. My once calm heart began to race. Blinking, I looked at his cheek, feeling as if I were Caesar, bewitched by Cleopatra.