What's it like to marry your ex?

Unwilling, I attended my ex's wedding.

When I thought we were still in the cold war, he soon found a new lover. One day, I looked through my circle of friends and found an intimate photo of him and a girl. In the photo, he is all smiles and smiles happily, and my heart twitches like a needle.

The girl in the photo is somewhat similar to me. She jokingly compares a pair of scissorhands to his forehead. I have been in love for four years, but I can't let go, but he is so comfortable to start a new relationship. Looking at their photos, my eyes blurred, tears fell on the screen of my mobile phone like broken beads, and the picture of a month ago came to my eyes, and I remembered the old joke he said in my ear!

"If I really can't marry you in the future, then I'll find someone like you to make do for a lifetime!" Is he really fulfilling it now?

"The new girlfriend is very good."

I sent him a WeChat pretending to be relaxed.

"Thank you." He gave me a smile in reply.

I think he was angry with me on purpose. Is a four-year relationship so fragile? I don't want to believe all this. I tried to make excuses for him. I estimate that as long as I put down my attitude and beg him, he will come back to me immediately. So I've been waiting for them to break up, but I didn't expect the news of their marriage to come at last.

After two months of love, they decided to get married. He sent me an invitation and said, I hope I can get your blessing for my wedding.

In those days, I struggled a lot and got their wedding date in a daze.

The day before the wedding, I decided to attend his wedding, perhaps because I didn't want this relationship to end in mystery, so I decided to find out.

On the wedding day, I dressed up and put on my uniform, and I was instantly confident. When I stepped into the magnificent hotel, the huge space was filled with their wedding photos, and I suddenly woke up from my dream.

I admire my courage to eat, and I may still have a sense of superiority from my predecessor. I even think that as long as I hold his hand on the stage, he will follow me to escape marriage.

After all, in my eyes, the hostess of this wedding is just my body body double.

Until the English letters on the poster stuck into my eyes like needles. What a fart! If you marry a wife, you forget your name and pretend to be so poor. I smiled in my heart, with a little sadness, and my confidence fell by half inexplicably.