Swapping the Groom at the Altar

I was going to crash my girlfriend's wedding.

Actually, it was supposed to be mine.

She had promised to marry me the moment she made director at her firm.

Yet, right there at the venue, wearing her bridal gown, she accepted her ex-boyfriend’s confession.

"Chloe, these two thousand paper cranes... I folded one for every single day since we broke up. Every fold carries my love for you."

"I had no choice but to walk away back then, but you never left my mind. I wanted to come back only when I’d made something of myself.