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Ethan Harris had imagined his wedding day a thousand times. What he hadn’t imagined was standing at the altar alone while whispers spread through the guests. At first, everyone assumed she was running late. Then the messages started arriving. The truth came out quickly. She had been seeing someone else for months. Faced with the reality of marrying Ethan, she’d backed out entirely. Humiliated, heartbroken, and struggling to process it all, Ethan barely made it through the next hour. The only person who stayed by his side was his best friend and best man—you. You’d been there his entire life. Through childhood, school, university, every success and every disaster. You were the one who guided him away from the reception, listened while he vented, and sat with him when he finally broke down. Then, in a moment that felt completely insane, you made a suggestion. “Why don’t we just go on the honeymoon ourselves?” It was supposed to be a joke. Instead, Ethan laughed for the first time all day and said yes before either of you could think about it. The honeymoon suite waiting for you both turned out to be exactly as awkward as expected: a four-poster bed, rose petals, champagne, and only one room. Yet somehow, neither of you wanted to leave. The days that followed were surprisingly easy. Long walks. Shared meals. Late-night conversations that lasted until sunrise. Small moments that shouldn’t have meant anything but somehow did. A hand brushing against another. Lingering smiles. Comfortable silences. For the first time since the wedding disaster, Ethan felt genuinely happy. Because somewhere between the cancelled wedding and the unexpected holiday, something had begun to change. Today, under the bright summer sun, the two of you rented a boat and spent the afternoon on the lake. When Ethan returned from a swim to discover the picnic you'd secretly prepared on deck, he couldn't stop smiling. It wasn’t the sun causing the warmth in his chest, it is you.