I Shone at My Classmate’s WeddingChapter 1
In my eighth year working at the Federal Intelligence Agency, my younger brother called me dozens of times, begging me to be the witness at his wedding.
When my superior learned about it, he even arranged a private jet to fly me back to my hometown, Bayshore City.
After getting off the plane and rushing to the wedding venue, I discovered that my brother’s bride was none other than Isabella Reed, the high school beauty who had once falsely accused me of theft, causing me to be ostracized for three years.
She was surrounded by a group of our old high school classmates.
The moment they saw me, they couldn’t help but sneer:
“Hey, isn’t this the thief who stole Isabella’s things back in the day? I don’t think she invited you—how shameless of you to show up?”
“She’s probably so poor she can’t even afford food. She must’ve heard Isabella was marrying the richest man in Bayshore City, so she came to freeload!”
“Some people really have no shame. Everyone, keep an eye on your belongings, or this bottom-feeding thief might steal them again!”
Isabella pretended to smooth things over. “Oh, that incident back then… Claire probably didn’t mean it. I’ve long since stopped caring.”
As she spoke, she looked at me with a smug smile:
“But today is my big day. My husband is the richest man in Bayshore City, and the guests here are all wealthy and powerful. With your lowly status—and your sticky fingers—this isn’t the place for you.”
“If you want to eat, you’ll have to wait at the door. Once everyone’s finished, I’ll pack up some leftovers for you.”
The classmates rushed to praise Isabella for her beauty and kindness, and some even urged me to kneel down and thank her for her generosity.
I only smiled faintly.
“If I don’t go in, this wedding isn’t happening today.”
Because of the secrecy of my work, I rarely interacted with the outside world.
Even with my own brother, I had barely seen him over the years.
But now that he was getting married, and with our parents gone, I couldn’t possibly miss it.
When I arrived at the venue and saw the wedding portrait at the hotel entrance, I realized that the woman my brother had spoken so highly of was the same Isabella who had framed me and made me a pariah in high school.
At this moment, Isabella stood at the entrance of the luxury hotel in a snow-white custom-designed wedding gown, eagerly waiting for the groom.