One day, I attended the wedding of an affluent woman, serving as the event manager. I had been involved in planning the wedding from the start. When I saw the groom for the first time, my heart nearly stopped. It was my John!
I’m Amanda, a 28-year-old event organizer. Today was the grandest wedding I’d ever handled, for Catherine, a 38-year-old heiress. I had flown two hours to make her dream wedding perfect, but the evening took an unexpected turn.
Catherine was marrying Arnold, a young businessman, whom I had never met. “My fiancé trusts my vision,” she said. Oddly, he never showed up to discuss any details.
As the banquet hall filled with guests, the presenter announced, “Please welcome the groom, Arnold!” A sleek limousine arrived, and out stepped John, impeccably dressed. My John, who disappeared six months ago, leaving me heartbroken and in debt. His eyes met mine with no recognition. Shocked, I realized the man I loved was now living a new life under a new name.
