The wedding hall was packed, but the groom was nowhere to be seen.
Just as I was about to panic, Quentin Lawson finally appeared—dressed not as the groom, but as the best man. His arm was linked with Olivia Nevin, who was dressed in a flowing white gown. Together, they looked every bit like a couple.
His groomsmen rushed over, pulling him aside.
“Are you out of your mind? Not only are you late, but you brought her?!”
Quentin sighed, rubbing his temples. “Liv’s memory stopped at the day we kissed in high school. She thinks we’ve been together ever since. I couldn’t just leave her behind.”
Olivia stood there, twirling her fingers like a lost schoolgirl. My gaze locked onto her hands. She was wearing my wedding ring.
Quentin walked over, holding her hand in his. With a warm smile, he said to me, “Natalie, congratulations.”
The hall fell silent.
My voice trembled, unable to hide my frustration. “You’re congratulating me? Isn’t today our—”
“Natalie!” Quentin cut me off, eyes flickering with panic. He glanced at Olivia, making sure she hadn’t caught on, then turned back to me, his expression cold.
