Chapter 1

On our wedding day, my fiancé, Carter, got down on one knee and promised me forever.

I smiled, blushing and ready to say yes, when his "pick-me" childhood bestie ruined the moment.

"Wow, Carter, Aria has such an amazing body. You’re one lucky guy."

Chloe grabbed my hands eagerly. "Aria! You have to tell me your measurements! I’m so jealous."

"Unlike me. I’m completely flat."

Though it sounded like a compliment, it was incredibly inappropriate for our wedding.

But I didn't want to make a scene, so I laughed it off with some humor.

"My measurements are classified information, Chloe. Only my husband gets access to that!"

I thought she'd drop it, but Chloe pouted and turned to Carter.

"Carter~ Aria won't tell me! What's the big secret? Just tell me. Maybe I'll go get breast implants and liposuction next week to blow everyone's minds!"

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Everyone was looking at me, and I finally realized the discomfort I felt came from her sheer hostility.

I looked at Carter, expecting him to shut it down. Instead, he ignored my warning look and spoke with a smug, boasting grin.

"She's a 36-23-36."

A few guys in the crowd whistled. My face went numb. I stood there for a few seconds, then yanked off my diamond ring and threw it right at his face.

"Do you want me to share your underwear size with everyone too?"

"Didn't you want to get male enhancement surgery? Are you even hitting four inches?"

The moment Chloe finished her little speech about blowing everyone's minds, every eye in the room landed on me.

The seeds of doubt had been planted.

After today, rumors about me having plastic surgery or breast implants would spread like wildfire. I’d never be able to wash that dirt off.

Before I agreed to Carter’s proposal, I knew he had a tight-knit circle of friends.

Carter was a billionaire heir, so his friends were naturally wealthy and spoiled. Chloe was the only girl in the group, basically treated like a princess by all of them.

I’m not a jealous person, and I’m pretty open-minded about social boundaries. I had only met her a few times before, and she had always seemed like a loud, bubbly, tomboyish girl.

"Aria, you don't mind, right?"

There was a hidden malice in Chloe's voice.

Today, she was wearing a white lace dress. It looked suspiciously like a wedding gown.

I turned my glaring eyes to Carter.

But when he saw my anger, he just gave Chloe a doting smile.

Carter threw his arm around her shoulders, his elbow brushing against her chest.

He laughed, arrogant and teasing. "She's definitely bigger than your A-cups."

"You're so annoying! Go away!"

She stomped her foot, acting cute and offended.

"My wife is very open-minded," Carter said, turning his gaze back to me. "She'll give me some face."

Hearing this, the warmth in my chest instantly turned to ice. I began to tremble.

"Then I’ll make an appointment next week, Carter! You still haven't told me her measurements."

Then, his bragging voice echoed in my ears.

"She's a 36-23-36."

Carter pinched Chloe's cheek. "What do you think? Jealous?"

There was no admiration in Chloe's eyes. Only a flash of pure envy.

"I remember Aria’s measurements weren't like that before. I saw online that this kind of body is usually built in a surgeon's office."

She gasped and covered her mouth, pretending she had made a slip of the tongue, but she had successfully planted the rumor.

"Maybe I remembered wrong. I’ve met all of Carter's ex-girlfriends, but you're the only one he's actually marrying, Aria."

My face grew darker with every word she spoke.

"But you’re so lucky, Aria. Your natural genetics are great."

She reached out, trying to poke my chest.

I slapped her hand away.

My palms were sweaty, making it easy to slide the ring off.

The moment the diamond slid past my knuckle, my love for him died.

With a sharp clack, Carter felt a warm, hard object strike his face.

He looked down and saw my engagement ring.

Carter froze. Being humiliated like this in front of everyone made his ego snap.

He roared at me, "Aria! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?"

I spoke coldly. "Since you’ve shared the bride’s measurements, I’m sure everyone is curious about the groom’s size too."

"Do you want me to share your underwear size with everyone too?"

"Carter, didn't you want to get male enhancement surgery? Are you even hitting four inches?"

The room fell dead silent. Everyone’s eyes instantly shot down to Carter’s pants.

Carter noticed, but he was powerless to refute my words.

"The groom looks so tall and big. Is he really that small?"

"Yikes. I guess nobody's perfect. There's always a catch."

The whispers immediately reached Carter's ears.

"Actually, with a tiny tool like yours, it really is best to keep it hidden," I said, holding up my thumb and index finger to show a tiny gap.

Carter’s face flushed completely black. "Aria!"

"What lies are you spreading? We’re getting married today! Why are you throwing a tantrum now?"

His face was red from his ears to his neck.

"Don't you know what day it is? How can you talk about such private things in public!"

Oh, so he knew what day it was. He knew what "private" meant.

"We haven't signed the marriage certificate yet anyway."

"This wedding is off."