The girl was Chloe Adams, our wedding photographer.
There were photos and videos of them together in bed. Ethan even praised her beauty.
The worst part was realizing they had hooked up just three days after meeting—right after our first photo session.
He had reduced our seven years to nothing.
So when he said he was reviewing wedding photos, he was really going to see her.
How laughable. What I saw as a sacred step toward marriage had become evidence of my humiliation.
And why her, of all people—the photographer we’d both met together?
Just three days, and he was already in her bed. Then what did our seven years mean?
I struggled to breathe, gasping for air.
I copied the photos and videos, then put his phone back exactly where I found it.
The next morning, Ethan behaved as if nothing had happened—up early, making me breakfast. He played the part of a devoted fiancé. So I decided to play along too.
During breakfast, I feigned casual interest.
"Why don’t we go together to the bridal boutique today? We can check how our wedding photos turned out. If they’re not good, we can choose new ones."
Ethan’s hand hesitated, then he quickly forced a smile.
"Sure. Chloe mentioned they also offer romantic wedding video montages now. We could play one at the ceremony for the guests. If you’d like, we can film one."
"Sounds good." I agreed without hesitation.
At the boutique, when Chloe saw me walk in, the smile on her lips froze. Ethan was the first to recover.
"Oh, we’re here to check on the finished photos."
The moment I heard it was about wedding photos, I saw Chloe Adams (hereafter Chloe) curve her lips into a sly smile.
It wasn’t until I saw the photos of me and Ethan Carter (Ethan) that I realized why she was smirking.
The entire selection was perfunctory—either long shots or pictures without my face.
This so-called wedding album was pure trash. Honestly, you could swap out the bride and no one would notice.
I tapped my fingers lightly on the table and lifted my eyes to Ethan.
"These are the photos you’ve spent two months carefully selecting?"
Ethan clearly hadn’t expected Chloe to be so brazen. He could only rub his nose awkwardly.
Chloe, unwilling to let Ethan look bad, rushed to my side.
"Sophia, young people these days like this kind of atmospheric style. Close-up portraits like yours are outdated."