My Wedding Plan Was a Trap, So I Became Another Man's Bride. Chapter 1

A video of my boyfriend slow dancing with his secretary at a private charity gala went viral overnight.

Not a normal dance—the kind where his hand rested on her waist like it belonged there.

The secretary even posted a public confession:

“I’ve waited years for the man I love to choose me. Tonight… he finally did.”

The comments section exploded:

“I’m dying—this chemistry is insane!”

“They look like they’ve been secretly in love forever!”

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t scream.

I simply locked my phone and went to find him.

That’s when I overheard him talking to a friend behind the stairwell.

“What was I supposed to do? Her family’s pushing her into an arranged marriage. If I don’t step in, she’ll be miserable.”

“And Aria? You’ve been dating her for years.”

“She won’t leave. Seven years is too long for her to walk away now.”

Fast forward to our wedding day.

Yes—our wedding day.

On the same morning he was marrying his secretary,

I was slipping into my own wedding dress for someone else.

Our wedding cars passed on the road.

As tradition, the brides exchanged bouquets through the open windows.

The moment he saw my face behind the veil—

saw me in white—

his expression collapsed completely.