When My Ex Gets Married and I Get the Bill

Summary

My wedding starts at 12:00 pm on the dot.

There are 58 tables, each table costing 8888 dollars.

120 bottles of premium liquor have been opened. 300 packs of top-tier cigarettes are unsealed.

At 2:30 pm, all the guests have left the scene, leaving nothing but a huge mess behind. That's when a server hands me the bill.

"It'll be 510 thousand dollars, miss."

I'm left gobsmacked. "I'm a wedding guest, not the organizer."

The groom is Charlie Humboldt, my ex-boyfriend. At the moment, he takes his pregnant bride, Sasha Fitch, by the hand while sneering at me.