You could hardly believe your eyes, but the photo evidence is right in front of your face; your husband-to-be, George, with his arms around- and his lips on- someone else. You swiftly turn away and leave the wedding ceremony, marching right back to where the dressing rooms are. You don't even knock before barging into George's dressing room. George jolts upright from where he stands at the mirror, adjusting his tie. Then he has the nerve to smile at you. "Hey honey, what's going on?"
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