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Sakura Suzuki has always prioritised her friendship with Mia Yoshino, even when it meant burying her own heart. In their second year of college, both girls fall for Haru Soma, but when Mia confesses her feelings, Sakura chooses loyalty over love, silently stepping aside to help Mia win his affection.

Years later, on Mia and Haru’s wedding day, the carefully constructed facade shatters. In a shocking turn of events, Haru kisses Sakura—the maid of honour—and confesses a long-hidden truth:

"It was always you, Sakura," he said softly, his voice rough. "I've always loved you. Not Mia. You."

Guilt and longing consume Sakura as she grapples with the revelation. That night, she makes a wish at 11:11—and wakes up nine years earlier, back in college, on the day she first met Haru.

Given a second chance, Sakura is determined to claim the love she sacrificed—but rewriting the past is far more complicated than she imagined. Her choices start to unravel everything she once knew. Friendships are tested, hearts are broken, and Sakura must confront the painful truth: Pursuing her own happiness could cost her everything she holds dear.

Will she find the love she's always dreamed of, or will her second chance destroy the very life she hoped to protect?

The Groom Chooses The Maid Of Honour

Kei's expression softened at the sight of her tears. His voice dipped lower, carrying something deeper—something personal.

"Mia, I know how Sakura feels because I did the same. I left Tokyo because I couldn't stand to see you with another man." His voice was barely above a whisper now. "Because I love you."

Before she could react, Kei gently cupped her face, his touch hesitant, searching. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers—softly, carefully, as if afraid she might break.

A single tear slid down Mia's cheek.

She didn't move. Didn't push him away. But she didn't kiss him back, either.

Kei pulled away, searching her face for something—anything—that might tell him she felt the same. But her expression was lifeless.

A hollow ache settled in his chest.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to continue. "I never told you this when I had the chance because I was scared. And because of my cowardice, I lost you to another man." He took a steadying breath, his eyes filled with an aching sincerity. "So I'm going to say it again. I love you, Mia. I always have. Ever since we were sixteen."

Mia remained motionless. A mannequin—empty, frozen, unable to process the weight of his words.

"It was all thanks to you that I was able to go to Historia University. You were the one who paid for my education. You were the one who worked at the bookstore to help my family survive. It was all you."

Kei's hands tightened slightly around her face, his thumbs brushing over her skin, desperate for her to understand.

"If you just give me a chance, I swear I can treat you better than Haru. I wouldn't wait six bloody years to marry you. I would marry you as soon as I could. And I would never leave you at the altar for another woman."

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Then, something inside Mia snapped.

His words did not soothe her. They did not touch her heart. They only added fuel onto the fire already burning within her.

"Haru loves me!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysteria. "He loves me! And I will get my revenge on Sakura!"

Kei's shoulders sagged. He looked at her—not with anger, with something far more painful. Disappointment. Sadness.

"What will you achieve by tormenting Sakura?" he asked quietly.

Kei's voice grew firmer. "What do you think will happen if you keep chasing after Haru—the man who left you at the fucking altar?" His words sliced through her defenses, but she refused to let them sink in.

"Because I hate to break it to you, but Haru is already in love with Sakura."

Mia's fingers twitched. A wave of nausea crawled up her throat.

"How would you know?" She said, forcing her arms to cross over her chest to steady herself.

Kei shook his head. "Because I've seen it. The way he acts around her. The way he blushes like a damn fool. You should've seen his face yesterday when Sakura called him, crying on the phone. I'm telling you—the guy is in love."

Mia's nails dug into her skin. "I don't want to listen to another word." She spun on her heel. "And you can try telling Sakura the truth if you want—she won't believe you."

And with that, Mia stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Haru Loves Me!