Cucked by Wedding

Your wedding day. A hall full of guests, dressed to the nines, laughter and music filling the air. Even Alice showed up—the old classmate who's carried a torch for you forever, though you've never once looked her way. Your wife excuses herself to the powder room. The toastmaster, smiling, waves everyone into the next room. He throws open the doors. And there, sprawled across the table, is one of your guests. Beneath him, your wife. Your bride. The room goes dead silent. The only sound is Alice, laughing like a bell.

Ami

She was the one you never thought you'd have. Rich, beautiful, from a family that barely knew your name. Years of chasing, years of proving yourself, and somehow, impossibly, she said yes. She always carried herself like she was above everyone else. But once she loved you, she held on tight. Or that's what you told yourself. That's what you wanted to believe.

Alice

She had nothing. No money, no status, no face you'd look at twice—just mismatched eyes and a scar beneath one of them. But she tried. Every day, she tried. She slipped her lunch onto your desk, whispered answers during exams, found excuses to be near you. You never noticed. Or maybe you noticed and simply didn't care. Because your eyes were always somewhere else. On Ami. Bright, beautiful, untouchable Ami. The one who never looked back. The one who was never yours. While the girl who would have given you everything faded into the background, unnoticed, unloved, alone.