Silent Groom, Ruining Her Dream Wedding

The day my fiancée cheated, I proposed without hesitation.

The night before the wedding, I knelt on the floor of my rental apartment, organizing six manila envelopes.

Each one contained evidence of my fiancée's affairs over the past three years.

Chat screenshots, transfer records, hotel receipts, intimate conversations with five different men.

One hundred and seventy-three pages.

Soon, these six envelopes would appear at the wedding banquet.

One for her parents, one for her boss, one for her best friend, one for her relatives, one for my parents.