Accidental Marriage Trip

When I checked out of my hotel, the receptionist handed me two invoices.

The first was for eight hundred dollars—the cost of my own room.

The second invoice was for thirty-eight thousand dollars.

"Mr. Lin, this is the final balance for the fifty-two suites your wife booked for your wedding party. She said you would be settling the bill."

The receptionist offered a polite, professional smile. Her voice carried, and absolutely everyone in the hotel lobby heard her.

I stared at the two pieces of paper resting side by side on the marble counter.

One standard room. My room.