My Cheating Fiancée Ran to Her Best Friend, So I Married Her Gorgeous Mother

It was the tenth time my girlfriend and I showed up at the civil‑affairs bureau to get our marriage license. We were only one final step away — the stamping of the official steel seal — when she got a phone call from her long‑time white‑light crush and took off right away.

I begged her desperately to stay, but all I got in return was a sharp, resounding slap across my face.

That very day, I became the biggest joke at the civil‑affairs bureau.

Every last shred of hope I’d held for my girlfriend died right then. Without a second thought, I dialed her mother’s number.