The Wedding's Yours, The Marriage License's His

Caught my fiancé screwing another woman the night before our wedding. He smirked through cigarette smoke: "Wedding's yours, marriage license is hers. You've got nowhere else to go." Wrong. When he ditched our ceremony to sign papers with his mistress, I made a call that shattered his world. I walked down the aisle with my biggest rival and flashed a marriage license that's already signed. His million-dollar dream wedding? Mine now.