My Wedding Turned Into a Trial with His 36 Exes

The day before my wedding, I went to get my nails done.

My fianc came back with coffee and casually handed a cup to the nail tech. Hey, add me on Ins. My wife can book you for her nails from now on.

I stared at him coldly.

Sensing my gaze, he smiled. Don't tell me you're jealous again? I'm just making a friend. Maybe she'll give you a discount next time.

I glanced at his phone screen. The note read: Amy, curvy, blonde, single.

I smiled. A dog really can't stop eating shit.

Since he loved making friends so much, I'd help him invite all his female "friends."

Using his phone, I messaged his ex-girlfriends, his flings, the ones he'd met for dinner, the ones he'd sexted late at night, one by one:

"My wedding's tomorrow. I saved you a seat. Please come."

"Hello, is this the Grand Hotel? I need to add three more tables for tomorrow's reception."

The manager paused. "That'll cost extra."

Money wasn't an issue.

Less than five minutes after I hung up, Ethan's call came through.

"Why are you adding tables without discussing it with me first?"

His voice was sharp and urgent, like I'd committed some unforgivable crime.

I leaned back on the sofa, suddenly finding it almost funny.

"I just want to invite a few more friends. What's the problem?" I said.

"What friends need three whole tables?" He pressed on relentlessly. "My parents said they can't pay for the extra three tables."

I said mockingly, "It's just adding some tables. Do you really need to blow up like this?"

He continued angrily:

"Sophia, you're doing this because I added that nail tech on Ins, aren't you? It's normal socializing and you have to make a big deal out of it!"

Normal socializing. He made it sound so simple.

I gripped my phone tighter.

"So sleeping with Christine at that hotel was also normal socializing?"

Silence on the other end.

"That was before we registered our marriage. Are you ever going to let it go?"

It was indeed before the marriage registration, but we were still dating then.

Last March, he said his company was having a team retreat and stayed at a hotel overnight.

I only found out later that his "team retreat" companion was his ex-girlfriend Christine.

"And staying at Wendy's place for three days, that was also before registration?"

"Will you ever stop?"

Last month, he said he was on a business trip for three days. Turns out he was with Wendy.

Right here in the city, less than ten kilometers from my home.

Wendy posted a breakfast photo on her feed. The hands visible across the table wore a watch I'd given him.

"Transferring twenty thousand dollars to Rachel and saying you'd take care of her, that was also before marriage?"

"Sophia!"

"You told everyone you were single, said I was just someone your family set you up with, said you didn't love me at all..."

"Enough!"

He suddenly roared: "That's all in the past! What's the point of bringing it up over and over? What man doesn't have a past? You're just petty, just looking for trouble!"

He took a breath, his voice turning cold. "Anyway, my parents won't pay for those three tables. You invited them, you figure it out yourself."

I leaned back on the sofa, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Three years. Every time it was like this.

I thought marriage would change him, thought he'd settle down.

I really overestimated myself.

"Twelve hundred for three tables, right?"

I didn't waste any more words and transferred the money directly.

He paused for two seconds, saying "what are you doing," but the next second I saw: Payment received.

Immediately followed by a message: "You're the best, babe. Let's not talk about the past anymore. You're the only one I love! Can't wait for tomorrow's wedding."

Looking at those words, I felt sick to my stomach.

I typed back: "You better look forward to it. I've prepared a big surprise for you."

He asked what surprise. I didn't reply.

After hanging up, I picked up the phone and called my lawyer.

"Mr. Wilson, draft me a divorce agreement. I need it after the wedding tomorrow."

The lawyer was clearly stunned. "But isn't your wedding tomorrow?"

"Yes. The wedding will happen, and I'm getting divorced too."

He didn't ask further, just told me to send over the marriage certificate for filing.

I pulled out that little red booklet from my bag, took a photo, and sent it over.

About five minutes later, Mr. Wilson called back.

His voice sounded off.

"Miss Sophia, something's wrong with this marriage certificate."

My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"I checked the registration number. It doesn't exist in the system. Miss Sophia, this marriage certificate is fake. You two have no legal marriage relationship."

I stood there holding the phone.

Originally, I only planned to invite those women to give him a little surprise. Now it seemed the surprise wasn't big enough.

I opened my phone and started going through Ethan's flirty chat logs, transaction screenshots, intimate photos, saving them all into a folder.

Three years' worth of evidence was all hereso much the folder could barely hold it all.

I compiled all the material into a slideshow, set it to the background music of "Love For Sale," and sent it to the MC: "For tomorrow's wedding, replace the video with this one."

The MC was silent for a full ten seconds before replying with one word: "Okay."

I closed my phone and lay in bed. I didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, while I was getting my makeup done, Ethan sent a message: "Babe, I'm so excited. Finally getting to marry you."

I stared at the screen for two seconds before replying: "You'll be even more excited soon."

Then my mom called: "Sophia, who exactly did you invite for those three tables? Why didn't you tell us?"

I said, "Mom, just watch the show today. Don't ask so many questions."

She sighed. "Don't do anything crazy."

I didn't answer.

After hanging up, I deleted all the photos with Ethan from my phone. Not a single one left.

I called the hotel manager: "Those three tables of mine, arrange them directly facing the stage."

After hanging up, I took a deep breath, lifted my wedding dress hem, and walked out of the dressing room.

Guests gradually arrived. I stood at the entrance greeting them, counting down in my mind.

Ethan came over, glanced at the three empty tables, and asked, "Who did you invite? Why aren't they here yet?"

I smiled and said, "Just invited a few of your ex-girlfriends."

His face instantly went pale. "What did you say? Are you crazy?"

He lowered his voice, angry. "I just added that nail tech on Ins and you're doing this? You have to cause a scene on our wedding day?!"

I picked up a glass of champagne and took a sip without responding.

Ethan stared at me for a while, then turned and left, his face dark as thunder.

After a while, he came back with his parents and mine following behind.

He said coldly, "Sophia, come to the dressing room. We need to talk."

My mom asked quietly, "Sophia, what's wrong?"

I didn't answer.

The group entered the dressing room and the door closed.

As soon as the door shut, his mother spoke first: "Sophia, what's the meaning of this? Inviting my son's ex-girlfriends on his wedding day? Have you no sense of occasion?"

I said calmly, "Mrs. Carter, I just invited a few friends to the wedding."

"Friends?" Ethan's father slammed his hand on the table. "My son said you invited his ex-girlfriends! Do you think I'm an idiot? You're deliberately trying to embarrass our family!"

Ethan pointed his finger at my nose, nearly poking my face. "Sophia, isn't this all because I added someone on Ins? Is this necessary? Inviting ex-girlfriends? Are you out of your mind?"

I looked at him and laughed. "Added someone on Ins? You noted her as hot body, fair skin, single, you flirted with another woman right in front of me, and you ask if this is necessary?"

Ethan's mother interrupted: "Men make small mistakes sometimes. Making such a scene, how will you live together after this? I'm telling you, we're cutting the wedding money to eight thousand. Let this be a lesson!"

My mom exploded: "What do you mean small mistakes? He flirted with another woman right in front of Sophia! How shameless can your family be!"

"What's wrong with our family?" Ethan's mother's voice was even louder. "Your daughter invited ex-girlfriends to the wedding! What kind of behavior is that? I'm telling you, if you want this wedding to happen, behave yourselves. If not, forget it!"

"You" My dad's face turned red with anger.

"Eight thousand if you want the wedding, not a penny if you don't!" Ethan's mother turned her face away, crossing her arms.

My mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What kind of family are you? Don't you know what your own son is like? This wedding is off!"

"Fine, call it off! Who cares!" Ethan's mother sneered. "With your daughter's attitude, who'd want her after my son?"

"What did you say?!" My dad rushed forward to argue, but my mom held him back tightly.

The dressing room erupted into chaos. Ethan stood in the middle, not saying a word, his face even showing a hint of smugness.

I looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Of course we're having the wedding."

Everyone fell silent, all eyes turning to me.

My mom froze. "Sophia, what are you saying?"

I didn't look at her. Staring at Ethan's mother, I said slowly and clearly: "Forget the eight thousand. I don't want a single penny."

Ethan's mother's expression changed instantlyfrom scowling to smiling, faster than flipping a page. "That's more like it. Wouldn't it have been easier to do this from the start?"

Ethan also relaxed, a smile appearing on his face as he walked over to put his arm around me. "I knew you couldn't let me go."

I stepped aside, dodging his hand.

My mom stood frozen, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes full of disappointment.

My dad turned his face away, his shoulders shaking.

I couldn't bear to look at them.

I turned and opened the dressing room door, walking out.

As I left the dressing room, Ethan followed behind me.

"Sophia, wait for me."

I didn't stop.

"By the way, I didn't just invite ex-girlfriends," I said.

He froze, catching up to grab my arm. "What do you mean? Who else?"

I didn't answer.

"Say something! Sophia! Who else did you invite?"

I shook off his hand and kept walking.

The MC approached. "Bride, can we start?"

I nodded. "Let's begin."

The music started. I walked onto the stage. Ethan stood opposite me, smiling stiffly, his eyes constantly glancing at those three empty tables.

The MC announced loudly: "Does anyone here object to this union?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the banquet hall doors burst open.

A woman walked in. She wore a loose dress, one hand supporting her slightly swollen belly, walking step by step to the front of the stage.

When Ethan saw her face, he froze completely. "Why are you here?"

She didn't look at him. She raised her head to address everyone, her voice not loud but every word clear: "I object. And so does the baby in my belly."

The entire hall erupted.

I looked at her belly, then at Ethan's face, which had turned deathly pale in an instant.

In that moment, I understood everything.

I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The crack echoed through the silent hall.

Ethan covered his face, eyes wide, staring at me. Before he could speak, the doors moved again.

A second woman walked in.

"I object too."

A third.

"I also object."

Fourth, fifth, sixth... Over thirty women walked in one after another.

Five of them were visibly pregnant.

They lined up in three rows in front of the stage, all staring at Ethan.

The entire venue exploded. People stood up, some screamed, some held up their phones to record.

Ethan's face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling on stage.

He shouted at security: "Get them out! All of them out! Security!"

Security rushed up to remove the women. The women struggled, screaming "scumbag" and "liar," their voices sharp and piercing.

Ethan grabbed the microphone, his voice shrill and panicked: "Continue the ceremony! Ignore them! Continue!"

I smiled. I took off my ring and threw it hard at his face.

"No need to continue. I object too."

I turned to face everyone below the stage, saying slowly and clearly: "I organized this wedding to expose this scumbag."

The big screen lit up.

Ethan's expression changed instantly.

He rushed over frantically: "Turn it off! Turn it off now!"