Chapter 1

The day I was supposed to marry Brandon.

Sienna, a young woman he'd sponsored through a tough time, was there, acting as our wedding host.

As we exchanged rings, Sienna smiled, pressing the play button on the giant screen.

The inscription on my ring flashed in high-definition video:

WHORE.

But on Brandon’s ring, Sienna’s name was engraved instead.

Sienna provocatively wiggled her hand at me.

“Brandon and I had these couple rings custom-made. Pretty, isn’t it?”

The entire wedding hall fell silent.

“What’s going on? Is this some new kind of… performance art?”

“I’ve seen a lot of weird wedding stunts online. Maybe Brandon and Aurora are trying to be edgy?”

“Wow, I never thought of having my 'good friend' put the ring on.”

The word "WHORE" was undeniably clear on the big screen.

Seeing me humiliated, our guests didn’t know how to react, resorting to forced laughter and awkward jokes to deflect.

But right then, I didn't care about their discomfort.

My eyes were fixated on Brandon's hand. I grabbed it tightly.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Brandon first frowned in annoyance.

“Are you serious right now? Sienna just likes to joke around—”

He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he looked down at his own ring.

Where my name should have been, Sienna's name was clearly etched on the inside.

“How… how could this happen?” he mumbled, turning to Sienna.

“Sienna, what’s going on?”

Brandon had entrusted Sienna with all the details of our wedding rings.

Sienna showed no sign of guilt, wiggling her hand at Brandon again.

“Well, you insisted on going wedding dress shopping with Aurora instead of me that day, so I just changed it myself.”

She finished, pouting playfully and sticking out her tongue.

“Even the designer said my name sounded better. See? Our two names make such beautiful rings, don’t they?”

Their hands came together.

It was as if *they* were the happy couple getting married today.

Brandon glanced at them, then let out a helpless sigh, his voice filled with a sickening indulgence.

“Seriously, when are you going to grow up? You’re a grown woman, still so petty. What a little troublemaker. This is Aurora’s and my wedding today. Don’t you dare do this again.”

Sienna batted her eyelashes at him, whining softly.

“Hmph, it’s your fault for being so busy and not spending time with me lately.”

“Alright, alright, fine. Next time, I’ll go swimming with you.”

They flirted back and forth right there, at *our* wedding, as if they were the ones tying the knot.

The wedding hall was utterly silent.

The guests stared at the scene on stage, bewildered and unsure what to do.

I couldn’t believe Brandon, a man so observant, wouldn't notice the strange atmosphere.

No. He simply thought Sienna was more important than anyone else.

At that moment, scrolling text appeared on the big screen:

**[PROFESSIONAL WHORE, ONLY FIVE BUCKS A POP!]**

Accompanying the text were explicit photos of me being humiliated.