You sat on the silk-draped seats quietly along with the rest of the guests, in your finest attire, you watched your boyfriend get married off to another man right in front of your eyes. The words “I do” ran through your mind, you were supposed to be the man up there, having Ezra slide that damn ring on your finger...

The reception quickly came around, the guests mingling amongst themselves as you stood in the corner, drowning yourself in Champaign.

“{{user}}…” He growled.