I Hosted My Fiancé's Wedding to His Best Friend

I woke up naturally on the wedding day itself.

As I reached the hotel, the person in charge hurried over. "I'm sorry, Ms. Hudson. Mr. Fowler said…they'll take some photos first since you're not here yet."

I glanced inside and spotted Winnie dressed in a brand new wedding gown, sporting full bridal makeup. Her arm was hooked through Edward's as they took the wedding photos.

Even though he was complaining, he remained cooperative when the photographer asked them to strike a pose. He turned to face her, got down on one knee, and took her hand.

When Edward stood up again, he lost his balance and almost knocked over a flower arrangement.

The photographer chuckled. "Is the groom nervous?"

Winnie poked Edward's shoulders and said, "Look at you, what a wimp! Don't worry, I'm always by your side."

The crowd laughed, and they finally noticed me.

Winnie waved at me. "I've tried it out for you, Sarah. The aisle's nice and smooth!"

She then casually patted Edward on the shoulders. "Alright, I'm done having my fun. Don't let me hold up your real deal. Thank you, pup."

He raised a brow and said, "Why are you thanking me? Do you not treat me as your buddy?"

Winnie hissed as she shook her fists before ducking into the bridal suite.

Edward straightened his suit jacket. "You're late. Where are your parents? There are only a few of your relatives here too. Did they get caught in a traffic jam?"

He spoke nonchalantly, then switched on his phone.

On his phone was a photo of a golden field of blooming canola flowers. "I changed our honeymoon spot to this place. Turns out Winnie and the guys haven't been there yet, so we'll all go together. We'll leave tonight—don't forget to get your tickets."

I tilted my head, realizing how Edward had never once looked my way when he was talking.

Just like the past three years, he'd never treated me as his only one. All he had in his mind was his medical profession.

I used to complain to my friends that Edward was a workaholic in the past, that love only took up five percent of his life.

Now, I realized that love probably did take up 90 percent of him. It just wasn't for me.

"It's time. Why isn't the host here yet?" Edward was about to make a call when he caught the plain long dress I was wearing.

His eyes widened as he asked, "Why aren't you in your wedding dress?"

I almost laughed. "The dress was in shreds after the way you two went at it yesterday. How could I wear it?"

Edward immediately frowned and chided, "How many times do I have to tell you that Winnie and I are just buddies? Stop twisting things with that filthy imagination of yours!"

"Is that so? And here I thought you just couldn't control yourself. Too impatient to wait for your sex toys before getting at it," I replied.

Edward yelled, "Sarah! One more filthy word out of your mouth and we'll call off the wedding!"

"Sure." The way I replied without hesitation left him choking in his own fury.

Before Edward could react, I picked up the microphone and stepped onto the stage. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the wedding of Mr. Edward Fowler and Ms. Winnie Spencer. I'm your host for tonight, Sarah Hudson."

The guests who had just settled into their seats were stunned.

Edward bolted forward in a panic, trying to snatch the microphone away.

I took the opportunity to snap my fingers, and the large screen behind me flickered to life. The surveillance footage from the bridal shop was shown.

"Before we begin the ceremony, let's all enjoy the bride and groom's most intimate moments," I said.