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Runaway Bride: Singles' Party With the Wrong Man Novel Cover

Runaway Bride: Singles' Party With the Wrong Man

On the night before their wedding, Olivia Smith asks her fiancé for permission to attend one last bachelorette party. Trusting her completely, he agrees, only for her to vanish the following morning. His search for answers ends when he sees an Instagram post from her childhood friend, Aiden Jones. The suggestive photo and caption imply a final night of intimacy between them. Devastated by the blatant betrayal revealed on social media, the groom makes the cold decision to call off the entire ceremony.
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Chapter 2

At the party, Olivia wore a white dress, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked strikingly innocent and captivating.

Still, I pretended not to notice her and drank too much. But the more I tried to suppress my feelings, the stronger the ache inside me became.

Then, I heard from my roommate that Olivia had broken up with her well-off boyfriend. He had apparently cheated on her, and she had been devastated for a long time.

It felt as if I had suddenly awakened, a powerful impulse surging through me. I set the bottle down and rushed toward her. "Olivia, will you be my girlfriend?"

Maybe it was the liquid courage. Even though I knew she would probably reject me again, I didn't want to graduate with any regrets.

Olivia looked up at me and stayed silent for what felt like an eternity.

Just as I turned to leave, she rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around me. Before I could react, her lips pressed softly against mine. I swore it was the happiest moment of my life.

And just like that, Olivia made our relationship public. But I soon realized it wasn't as pure as I had imagined.

Her childhood friend, Aiden, was always by her side. No matter what we did, she brought him along, whether it was dinner, a movie, or even a date.

I didn't like it and brought it up several times. However, all I got in return was an icy look.

"If you don't like it, then we can break up. I don't want my boyfriend to be so selfish and petty!" Olivia snapped. "Aiden and I have been best friends since we were kids. If you can't accept that, there's really no point in us being together."

I was terrified of losing her, so I tolerated it again and again.

If Aiden said he was hungry, Olivia would rush to cook for him. Yet, in the five years we had been together, I had never once tasted a meal made by her.

When Aiden's birthday came, she would thoughtfully prepare a gift for him. But she didn't even remember my birthday.

Sometimes I wondered if that kiss had been a joke. Maybe Olivia had simply had too much to drink that day.

I turned a blind eye to everything she did, thinking my love could move her. After all, I truly loved her.

And now, she had even forgotten our wedding. Instead, she had posted close-up photos with Aiden, her so-called friend, on Instagram and stayed out all night, ignoring my calls.

That was when I finally realized this one-sided relationship had to end. Olivia never loved me.

Since I had canceled the wedding, the hotel demanded full payment. After paying more than 20 thousand dollars for the wedding bar tab, I returned home.

Looking at the spacious apartment, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

Every corner of the place had been decorated to Olivia's liking. The pink color scheme wasn't to my taste, but if it made her happy, that was enough.

I had imagined countless times the happy life we would have after the wedding. But in the end, it all dissolved into nothing.

I collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I had lost track of time when the phone in my pocket rang. I knew it had to be Olivia.

Even when my phone was on silent, her calls still got through. Habits had a hold on me, and I answered almost instantly.

As soon as I picked up, her languid voice came through. It carried a hint of guilt, but her excitement was impossible to hide.

"Hey, babe, I'm sorry. I got carried away with my friends last night and drank too much. You're not mad at me, are you?"

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