The wedding day arrived, and after my parents learned how Calvin had treated me, they used their years of business connections to invite numerous political and business elites.
The wedding became even grander than I had initially planned.
They simply wanted to get revenge on my behalf.
When it came time to exchange rings, Calvin suddenly burst in from somewhere.
He had cleaned himself up, donning a well-fitted suit, looking vastly different from when I last saw him.
He gazed at me lovingly: "Davina, he's just a stand-in I hired. Don't let him deceive you. He doesn't have any genuine feelings for you. You won't be happy if you marry him!"
"Please give me one more chance. I'll prove my love for you through my actions!"
I stared at him coldly, about to order security to throw him out when a disheveled woman ran in.
She grabbed Calvin's collar tightly and said, "Calvin, didn't you say I was the one you loved most? Come on, let's go get married!"