My Boyfriend and I Got Married on the Same Day—But Not to Each Other

A video of my boyfriend proposing to his secretary went viral, topping the trending charts. Everyone was calling it the most romantic and touching moment theyd ever seen.

The secretary even posted a heartfelt message online:?Ive waited so long for you, and Im so glad I never gave up. Mr. Stone, heres to spending the rest of my life with you.

The comments section exploded with excitement:

Im obsessed! The boss and the secretarythis is the sweetest couple ever!

I didnt cry. I didnt scream. I simply closed the page, then went to find my boyfriend for an explanation.

Thats when I overheard him talking to a friend.

What else could I do? If I dont marry her, her family will force her to settle for someone she doesnt love.

But what about Natalie? Shes your actual girlfriend. Arent you afraid shell be mad?

So what if shes mad? Natalies been with me for seven years. She cant leave me now.

Fast forward to our wedding day.

Yes,?our?wedding day.

On that same day, he was tying the knot with his secretary, while I was walking down the aisle with someone else.

Our wedding cars passed each other on the street.

When we exchanged bouquets with the brides from the other car as part of the tradition, he caught sight of me through the window.

The moment he saw me in my wedding dress, his composure completely shattered.

Chapter 1

Mom, Ive decided to go through with the arranged marriage.

In the dimly lit living room, my voice sounded distant and numb, like it didnt even belong to me.

Hearing my sudden change of heart, my mom was stunned. You werent willing before. Why the sudden change? Natalie, marriage isnt a joke. It doesnt matter whether its arranged or notwhat matters is that youre happy. You need to think this through. Dont rush into it.

Her words made my chest tighten, and for a moment, my eyes stung with tears.

Mom, Ive thought it through. You can start planning the wedding.

Mom mustve sensed how I felt because she paused for a second before softly reassuring me:

Youve been with Zachary for so long, and he still wont go public with your relationship. He hasnt even agreed to meet us. Your dad and I have known for a while that things wouldnt last between you two.

Her words felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

It turns out that everyone on the outside could see the truth so clearly. The only fool here was me.

The Ford boy is someone your dad and I carefully picked for you years ago. We made sure hes a good match. Not only is he from a solid family, but hes also a man of great character. Natalie, you deserve the best.

I took a deep breath. Thanks, Mom. I trust you and Dads judgment.

Mom continued, Do you want us to arrange a meeting with him in the next few days?

Theres no need. Just go ahead and plan the wedding.

After I hung up the phone, I realized Zachary had appeared behind me at some point, holding a small cake. He looked confused.

A wedding? Whos getting married?

I am. Im the one whos getting married.

I answered him silently in my heart, but the words never left my lips.

Instead, I kept my expression calm and shook my head. No one. Just a friend.

As soon as I said that, I noticed the tension in his shoulders ease. His face relaxed noticeably, and it made my heart ache all over again.

Was he nervous because he thought I was going to pressure him into marrying me? Or was it because he thought Id found out about him and Aria, his?perfect?secretary, and assumed they were the ones getting married?

I brought you your favorite cake from that bakery you love. Want to eat it now? he asked.

There was a time when Zachary would bring me little treats after worksnacks and desserts he thought Id enjoy.

Even if I didnt always like them, the thoughtfulness of it made me feel like I was floating in a sugary dream. I felt cherished, loved, remembered.

But now, as I stared at the cake in his hands, all I felt was bitter irony.

Not long ago, Id stumbled across Arias newly public social media posts.

I couldnt bring myself to scroll far because just a few entries in, the truth hit me like a slap in the face.

This cake wasnt for me. It was Arias favorite.

Not just this cakethose nuts, those snacks, all the little treats he used to bring me? They were all her favorites too.

And the worst part? I realized that his habit of bringing me food only started after Aria joined his company.

So, Zachary... when you handed me those treats, who were you really thinking of? Was it me, Natalie, or was it Aria?

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I said flatly, I dont like sweets anymore. Theyre too much. Dont buy them for me again.

Zachary blinked, clearly surprised by my reaction. What? Thats not true. Youve never had a problem eating them before.

Weve been together for years, and yet, if he really cared about me, how could he not know my preferences by now?

Sometimes, you repeat yourself so many times that you grow tired. And eventually, you stop correcting them altogether.

I didnt argue. I simply shrugged and said, My taste has changed recently.

Chapter 2

For days, Zachary had been so busy that he didnt even remember my birthday.

Not that it mattered anymoreit wasnt like I cared.

But then, as if the thought suddenly struck him, he tried to make it up to me by buying tickets to my favorite Broadway musical.

It was a wildly popular show, nearly impossible to get tickets for. I hadnt been able to snag one myself, so when Zachary said he had two tickets and invited me, I agreed.

On the day of the show, I waited for him.

And waited.

But instead of Zachary, I saw a post from Aria on Instagram, flaunting two tickets to the very same musical.

Her caption read:

"Bored, so I decided to catch a show. Its the best feeling to have someone whos always there for you, no matter what. ??"

The photo didnt show their faces, but I recognized the hand in the picture immediately.

That scarit was unmistakable. It was Zacharys, from the time he got hurt saving me years ago.

Suddenly, I felt like a complete fool.

While I stood outside in the rain, worried something had happened to him, Zachary was inside, sitting in VIP seats with his secretary.

Ice-cold raindrops pelted my face, soaking through my clothes. The chill worked its way into my bones, but my heart felt even colder than my body.

My phone buzzed with a message from my mom.

She told me the wedding was set for two weeks from now. If I thought it was too rushed, we could push it back.

I shook my head, even though she couldnt see me, and replied,?No need. Lets keep it as planned.

The heavy rain had brought the city to a standstill. Traffic was a mess, and I couldnt get a cab no matter how long I waited.

Finally, Zachary called me. His voice was casual, like nothing was wrong.

Why arent you at home?

I kept my tone calm, completely devoid of emotion. Im at the Broadway Theater.

There was a pause, as though hed just remembered something. Then he said, Im sorry. Something came up this afternoon, and I couldnt make it. Stay where you areIll come get you.

I didnt argue, but I knew he wouldnt show up.

And I was right.

A moment later, Aria updated her Instagram again:

"He didnt want me catching a cold in the rain, so he made ginger tea just for me. A man who cooks is the most attractive. ?? Cant wait to marry him!"

The photo showed Zacharys back as he stood at the stove, cooking.

I stared at the post for a second, then calmly exited the app.

The rain left me with a fever and a nasty cold.

I used it as an excuse to move out of the master bedroom, claiming I didnt want to infect Zachary. I moved into the guest room instead.

For once, he actually stayed home from work to take care of me.

But I couldnt stand it.

Its just a cold, I said, keeping my tone neutral. Im an adult. I can take care of myself. You should go back to work.

He frowned and looked at me for a long moment.

You used to want me around the most when you were sick. Whats with the sudden change?

I lowered my head, hiding all the emotions in my eyes, and forced a small smile.

I was immature back then. Im not like that anymore.

Zacharys brows furrowed with concern. Natalie, are you okay?

Im fine. Go on, really.

He didnt seem convinced, but after staring at me for a while, he finally sighed.

Alright. Call me if you need anything.

As soon as he left, I let out a long breath and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found another message from my mom.

This time, it was the finalized wedding plans.

Shed also sent me photos of over a dozen wedding dresses, asking me to pick one.

I scrolled through the pictures absentmindedly, enlarging them to get a better look.

I was so absorbed in the task that I didnt even notice Zachary walk in until he snatched my phone out of my hand and tossed it aside.

What are you doing looking at wedding dresses? he demanded, his face dark with irritation.

For a moment, I thought hed figured it outthat I was planning my own wedding.

I was just about to come clean when his next words stopped me cold.

Natalie, is this your way of pressuring me to marry you? I told you Id marry you eventually. You dont have to resort to tricks like thisits pathetic.

Chapter 3

Youve got it all wrong, Im not

Before I could finish, Zachary waved me off, cutting me short.

Im busy. Ill be going now. A word of advicestop pulling these stunts to wear down whats left of my feelings for you.

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving the house in complete silence.

For a long time, I stood there, unmoving, and then let out a bitter laugh.

Zachary, how much of your so-called feelings for me are even left? Whats there to wear down anymore?

In the past, a misunderstanding like this would have left me devastated, unable to eat or sleep. But now, I quickly pulled myself together.

I went back to reviewing the wedding details my mom had sent over.

Before closing my messages, I instinctively clicked on the notification dot in my social media app. Thats when I saw ita rare update from Zachary.

When someone this amazing comes into your life, you marry them and keep them close.

The photo was a solo shot of Aria, along with an image of their wedding invitation.

Within minutes, one of our mutual friends commented:

Bro, so youve already swapped out the bride? That was fast.

Not long after, Zacharys post disappeared.

But it reappeared almost immediately on Arias Instagram feed instead.

Then my phone rang.

If this had been the past, I wouldve immediately screenshot the post, called him up, and demanded answers. No argument would have ended without a screaming match.

But this time, I let the call ring out. And then ring again.

I didnt answer, not even once.

What surprised me the most was that I didnt feel particularly upset by what Id just seen. Maybe Id grown numb.

My first thought wasnt anger or heartbreakit was mild amusement at the coincidence.

Their wedding was scheduled for the same day as mine.

When Zachary finally came home that night, I was already in bed, pretending to sleep.

He tiptoed into the room and stopped by my bedside.

Natalie? Are you awake? I tried calling youwhy didnt you answer?

I kept my back to him, my voice muffled and indifferent. I mustve fallen asleep. Didnt hear it.

He sighed in relief and leaned down, reaching out to feel my forehead. Is your fever gone?

But as he got closer, the cloying scent of womens perfumesweet and heavyhit me like a punch. My stomach churned, and I had to fight the urge to gag.

Without thinking, I shifted away from him, dodging his hand.

He froze, his hand suspended awkwardly in mid-air.

Natalie, he asked cautiously, Did you see something?

I buried myself deeper into the blankets, muffling my voice. No. Im just not feeling well. I want to sleep.

I slept through the night and woke up feeling lighter, like a weight had been lifted.

With a clear head, I started packing up my things, systematically erasing every trace of myself from this house.

Thats when I realized how many little couples items Id bought over the years.

At first, Zachary would use them with me. But at some point, without me noticing, hed stopped. Most of those things had been shoved into some corner, collecting dust.

I packed them all into a box and dumped it in the trash.

Then I found something elsean old scrapbook.

It was filled with photos of our trips together, postcards wed collected, train tickets from when we were long-distance, and letters hed written to me.

The entire scrapbook was a record of our years together.

But after Aria came into the picture, the pages had stopped being filled. There were no more photos, no new memories to add.

By the time Zachary came home, I was tossing the scrapbook into the fireplace.

He rushed in like a madman, pulling the burning book out of the flames with his bare hands.

Ignoring the burns on his fingers, he turned to me, furious.

Are you insane? Do you have any idea how important this scrapbook is to us? Why would you burn it!?

Zachary rarely ever raised his voice at me. This was the first time hed spoken to me like this.

His anger looked genuine, but so was the fact that he was planning to marry someone else behind my back.

I didnt want to argue with him, so I casually replied, The scrapbook had gotten moldy and infested with bugs. Dont worryIve backed up all the photos and mementos. Ill make a new one eventually.

Hearing this, his anger finally subsided.

Later, as I applied ointment to his burn, Zachary stared at me with an intensity I couldnt quite place.

Natalie, he said suddenly, Youve seemed off lately. Is work stressing you out? Ive booked you a personalized vacation package. Take some time off to relax.

Chapter 4

I paused mid-motion, the ointment still in my hand, and looked up at him. Just me? Youre not coming?

Zachary sighed, his tone laced with regret. Im swamped with work. I really cant get away this time. Next time, I promise, okay?

But Zachary, there wont?be?a next time.

I lowered my head and resumed applying the ointment. It might be hard for me to get time off from work.

Dont worry about it. Ill handle it for you.

I shook my head, trying to push back, but he wouldnt let up.

I dont want to go, I said firmly.

His tone turned commanding, leaving no room for argument. Be good. The tickets are already booked, and theyre non-refundable.

I didnt respond, but a chill crept through my heart.

I thought back to the night before, when, half-asleep, I overheard him on the phone:

I dont plan on telling her. As long as I can keep it hidden, I will.

There was a pause, then the voice on the other end sighed. And when the weddings over? What then? Youre just going to make her the other woman?

For a long moment, Zachary didnt say a word. I could almost hear him exhaling smoke, slow and heavy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. Well cross that bridge when we get there.

The pain in my chest was suffocating. I lay there silently, tears streaming down my face, feeling like the past seven years had been nothing but a cruel joke.

Zachary, have I ever truly known you?

If you didnt love me anymore, why couldnt you just tell me? Why resort to lies and deception?

Were you so afraid Id cling to you that you had to come up with this elaborate plan to send me away during your wedding?

You didnt need to go to such lengths.

Dont worry, Zachary. Ill disappear from your life, just like you want.

Whens the flight? I asked him.

Two days from now, he replied.

I smiled faintly. Alright, Ill go.

Relief washed over his face, and he instinctively reached out to ruffle my hair.

I leaned back ever so slightly, dodging his hand without making a scene.

He froze for a moment, then laughed as if nothing had happened. Lets have dinner together before you go, okay?

I hesitated, then nodded.

Tomorrow would mark seven years since we first got together.

It seemed poetic, in a way, to end it on the same date it beganto say goodbye properly and close this chapter once and for all.

The next evening, I arrived early at the restaurant wed agreed on. Zachary showed up on timebut not alone.

Aria was with him.

Natalie, she chirped, her voice sweet and artificial. Mr. Stone and I were running errands nearby and thought wed tag along. Hope you dont mind!

I shook my head, but inside, I couldnt help feeling disappointed. So much for a proper goodbye.

Zachary ordered a table full of plain, mild dishes.

Aria giggled as she glanced at the food. Mr. Stone, these dishes are way too bland. Theyre probably not to Natalies taste, are they?

Zachary didnt even look up. Youre on your period. You shouldnt eat anything too spicy.

Then, as if to prove his point, he called over the waiter and had Arias iced drink replaced with a cup of warm ginger tea.

Aria pouted, playfully complaining that he was being too controlling.

Zachary reached out and knocked her lightly on the forehead, a teasing smile on his lips. If I dont watch out for you, youll end up crying about stomach cramps later.

Aria stuck out her tongue. Youre overreacting. You just care too much about me.

The two of them flirted shamelessly, as if I wasnt even there.

I watched them with detached indifference, feeling nothing but a calm, hollow emptiness.

Halfway through the meal, someone suddenly shouted, Fire!

The restaurant erupted into chaos. People scrambled to their feet, rushing toward the exits.

I stood up, but before I could react, Zachary darted past me.

I turned just in time to see him grabbing Aria, shielding her with his body as he hurriedly led her toward the door.

For a brief moment, time seemed to fold in on itself.

The scene in front of me blurred, replaced by a memory from years agoan 18-year-old Zachary, throwing himself in harms way to protect me in a similar moment of panic.

But that Zachary no longer existed.

By the time we reached safety, Zachary finally turned and noticed me standing a few steps away.

His face was filled with guilt and disbelief. Natalie, II didnt mean to leave you. I was just

I cut him off with a smile. Its fine. I understand.

Two days later, I packed my bags. I made sure there wasnt a single trace of myself left in that house. Then, without looking back, I walked out the door.

Of course, I didnt actually board the flight Zachary had arranged.

Instead, I went back to my parents house to prepare for my wedding. After all, my big day was just around the corner.

Zachary, meanwhile, was too busy trying on tuxedos and picking out floral arrangements with Aria to notice my absence.

On my wedding day, I met my fianc, Austin, for the first time.

My parents had done an excellent jobhe was even more attractive in person than in the photos. Tall, fit, and classically handsome, he was every bit the perfect gentleman.

The wedding procession was grand, with an impressive convoy of cars.

As we made our way through the streets, our car passed another wedding convoy heading in the opposite direction.

Both sides stopped briefly, as was the custom, to exchange bouquets between the brides.

The car windows rolled down.

And thats when I saw him.

Zachary.

OuOur eyes met, and in that instant, shock and disbelief flooded his face.

His voice trembled as he choked out, Natalie... howhow is it you?