My Fiancé Left Me at the Altar Five Times for His Secret Wife

The fifth time Julian missed our wedding, my best friend Mia sent me a message.

Evie, I'm so sorry. Something urgent came up at the firm. I can't make it as your maid of honor today. Next time, I promise!

I was about to reply when a notification lit up my screen.

Sunrise, cold air, and you. Perfect. We really are two romantic lunatics!

The girl beaming in the photo was Mia. And the tall figure with his arm around her shoulders—that was unmistakably Julian.

My fingers tightened around the skirt of my dress as I scrolled down through the account.