My Foster Brother Stole My Bride

The first thing my foster brother Joey did after getting his driver's license was ask to borrow my sports car to pick up girls.

I said no, so on my wedding day, he drove off with my wedding car.

Amidst the roar of the engine, he sent me a voice message, sounding carefree.

"William, I'll take your bride to the wedding venue first. You can just grab an Uber."

The scene fell silent.

I turned to look at Mia's father, Carter, standing at the back of the crowd.

He avoided my gaze and simply said,