On my wedding day, a certain "ex-boyfriend" sent me a message.
"Do you know what you did wrong?
"If you do, we can get back together."
I stared blankly at my phone, then at the contact name on the chat: "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker."
I sank into thought.
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When I did not reply for a long time, he sent another question mark.
"I'm getting married today."
After some thought, I decided it was best to be direct.
"How far along are you?" he replied at once.
"I've already changed into my reception dress," I answered honestly.
"It's time to go make the rounds and toast the guests."
A deep, mellow male voice sounded beside my ear.
With it came his scent-a cool, distant trace of bamboo mingled with the sea.
It was Lu Yuzhi, the man I had married.
"Okay."
I gave him a stiff smile and locked my phone the instant I heard his voice.
What I did not know was when he had come up behind me-or how much he had seen.
Lu Yuzhi and I were joined by a business marriage, not love.
Even so, no one would be happy to see their new spouse talking to someone of the opposite sex saved as "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker" on their wedding day.
