The Wedding Bet：You Changed the Venue, I Changed the Groom

Exactly one week before my dream wedding, I found out my billionaire fiancé, Julian, changed our wedding venue to Iceland just to win a sick bet with my backstabbing best friend. He even lent her my wedding ring as a prize, claiming I would never leave him. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum. Instead, I crossed his name off the wedding planner and packed my bags. On the wedding day, while Julian waited at an empty church in Iceland, a video played on the big screen: I was in Ireland, in a white gown, saying "I do" to another man. Game over, Julian.