At My Husband's Wedding, I Caught the Bride's Bouquet

On the eve of our tenth wedding anniversary, Daniel Carter abruptly canceled our travel plans.

"Clara, there's an important wedding tomorrow. I have to be there," he said.

"So suddenly… you're the groom?"

I masked the sting of disappointment in my eyes and tried to joke lightly.

"Yes."

Hearing Daniel's unexpected affirmation made my heart skip a beat.

Could it be a surprise?

The wedding he owed me, Clara Parker… was finally coming.

The next day, the wedding hall was filled with guests.

Daniel hadn't lied—he was indeed the groom, but the bride… was not me.