Romance

The Day I Found Her Real Groom

by Sweet Arsenic

Kristy Simpson sees the photo I post of us, and right there on the street, her face turns cold. She reaches over and forcibly pushes my phone down."Adam, I don't like putting my personal life on display for people to gossip about. Delete the post. Don't be so immature."Under the gazes of the pedestrians, I silently delete the post right in front of her. Only when the photo disappears from the screen does some of the chill leave her.She sighs, then reaches out and pulls me into her arms."Be good. All that matters is that we live our lives well. We don't need to post stuff online just to prove things to other people."For the next three years, not a single trace of her appears on my social media again.When my friends ask if I'm single, I just smile and tell them she's a private person. Even for our wedding invitations—a wedding scheduled for next month—I use a lone landscape photo.Then, last night, I happened to stumble across her on the recommendation page of a pet influencer's account.In the video, she's got her arm around another man, her eyes crinkling as she smiles at the camera.There are over ten thousand comments in the comment section, and all of them are gushing about how sweet Kristy and her boyfriend are.I scroll through the entire feed, post by post. The earliest one was uploaded eight months after we got together.Pinned right at the top is a "complaint" from that same man."She insists on filming every single day. It's so annoying."As it turns out, she doesn't hate being on camera. She just hates it when I'm in the frame with her.I calmly exit the page and send a text to the wedding planner."Cancel the wedding."

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