Unwilling to Be Tangled in Love, We Tangle in Hate

On our wedding night, right as everyone was getting ready to crash the bridal chamber, I got a call: my best friend had been dumped and had slit her wrists at home. I apologized to Max and rushed to her place like a madwoman. But when I got there, she wasn't hurt at all. She'd locked me inside her apartment instead. Then my phone buzzed. Someone in the groomsmen's group chat had posted a video.