---- Jayden's parents tried to console me, saying not to worry, and at the same time frantically urged him to come back. Judging by the silence, it seemed he wasn't listening. On the day itself, my parents had booked the rooftop garden of the city's most luxurious hotel. Guests came from all corners-public figures, business elites, media from home and abroad. The ceremony was curated by a professional design team. It looked tasteful, high-end, and impeccable. Just as I was having the fireworks arranged, my phone buzzed. I took it out and glanced at the screen. For over a month, this name hadn't shown up- not one call, not one message. It was Jayden. I curled my lips faintly and picked up. As if expecting my immediate response, he spoke with unmistakable arrogance. ---- "Leah, today's our wedding, right? I bet you're panicking now. No groom. What a scene. But if you beg me, I'll come marry you." At this point, I no longer understood how he could still be this naive. Softly, I said, 'Jayden, look up." He sounded confused, frowning across the line. Then I heard him inhale sharply. I knew what he was seeing-my wedding, live- streamed across the giant screen of the building opposite. My family and Nick's family had partnered to buy every major screen in the city. At this moment, every one of them was broadcasting the wedding. As the camera shifted slowly, it showed Nick stepping out in his tailored suit. Jayden's face turned ghostly pale in an instant.