Chapter 3

Chloe's expression grew colder by the minute.

Everyone's anxious, worried faces didn't look fake at all.

But in my last life, I believed them and died on the road.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench my fists:

"Liam, I've never even dated Chloe, let alone married her!"

"Joking around with AI videos, I'm genuinely getting angry!"

Liam froze, then laughed in exasperation:

"AI? Ethan, are you out of your mind? Look closely, is that AI?"

"Get this straight, today is *your* wedding, not mine! Whether you want to get married or not, I'm done dealing with it!"

With that, he angrily sent me a screenshot and then hung up.

I was dumbfounded.

In the screenshot, I had officially announced my marriage!

And on that marriage certificate, my and Chloe's photos were clearly visible!

I looked at it several times; there were no signs of Photoshop or AI manipulation.

But I had never posted a marriage certificate, nor had I seen this post on Ins before!

My mind was a mess.

Liam and I have been best friends since childhood. He always stutters when he lies.

But his rant just now clearly wasn't an act.

And my parents had no reason to conspire with them to trick me.

If all of this was real, why did I have no memory of dating Chloe?

Why was everyone insisting today was my wedding to Chloe?

Just then, I suddenly remembered someone.

My Aunt Carol works at the marriage registry. If the marriage certificate was fake, she'd definitely find out!

I immediately sent her the marriage certificate:

"Aunt Carol, I need to ask you something! Is this marriage certificate real?"

Aunt Carol immediately snapped in anger: "You little rascal, trying to fool me with a fake certificate? You're doing this on purpose to annoy me!"

"I introduced you to so many potential partners, and you didn't like any of them! Now you're trying to wind me up!"

Hearing Aunt Carol's familiar grumbling, the knot in my stomach finally loosened a bit.

"So, this certificate is fake?"

"Of course it is!"

Aunt Carol shoved her computer screen right in front of the camera.

"Look at the system yourself. Does it say 'married' anywhere in your marital status?"

"The registrant's name on there is mine! If you were getting married here, wouldn't I know?"

I stared intently at the screen. Sure enough, it said 'single.'

Aunt Carol's colleague also leaned over, joking:

"Honestly, it's a pretty good fake!"

"Ethan, your aunt has been worrying herself sick about your marriage, don't mess with her like this! Hurry up and find someone to marry, your aunt will personally register you!"

Listening to their familiar chatter, I let out a long breath.

Yes, my aunt had always doted on me since I was little; there's no way she wouldn't attend my wedding if I were truly getting married.

The official government system even showed I was single, so I definitely wasn't married!

But the next second, a SnapChat group called "Operation Wedding" exploded on my phone.

Countless people were furiously @-ing me:

"Ethan, where the hell are you? The MC has called for you a dozen times, why aren't you making your entrance?"

"Hurry up! If you don't start soon, the guests will riot!"

My head buzzed.

When did this group appear? I have no memory of it at all!

Just then, a voice message popped up:

"Ethan Miller, are you getting married or not?"

It was Chloe.

Her tone was clearly tinged with anger.

My parents also sent voice messages:

"Ethan, what are you doing? Marriage is a serious matter, why are you disappearing now?"

"Hurry up and come in! Everyone's waiting! Chloe has been looking for you everywhere. Don't mess around at a time like this, hurry up, if you don't come, we're going to get angry!"