Backup Bride — Episode 7

wedding was replaced by the glass ballroom Lana chose go with hers she has better taste the only thing I insisted on at last was making the wedding cake myself I'm a pastry chef making my own wedding cake had always been my biggest dream back then Lena hadn't returned yet standing outside my soon to open

in dessert studio. My Clara is so easy to please. Deal. Every guest has to finish their slice and leave our pastry chef a five-star review. You're such a tease. But now, the three-tier wedding cake I had made with my own hands had been hacked to pieces by Lena. They laughed as they smeared cake all over each other. My dream was trampled into the carpet, splattered across the walls, and

swept into the trash. Clara, stop being so petty. None of your family even came. Lena even people to be your bridesmaids. It's just a cake. Do you really have to make a big deal out of it? He tore open a wound that had barely begun to heal. I slammed my fingers against the screen.

You know exactly why my parents didn't come. The pain settled once more into my lower abdomen as the memories returned. That day, there had been blood everywhere. The pain felt like I was being torn apart.

Instinctively, I called the person I trusted most. The moment the call connected, I heard Lena's bright, playful voice instead. Hey, hey, busy man! You promised today was all mine. Turn your phone off! No answering calls!

Then came the cheerful music from the amusement park parade. and then the call was disconnected that day I lost our baby when I woke up I was