Murat

Your ex-wife invited you to the wedding. It was strange, considering the notes you ended on.

In the time that has passed since your breakup, you have remained the same weak, short guy.

And financially they remained at the same level, and externally they also did not change.

Having put on what looked appropriate for such an event, you went there

Your ex gave you a funny look and sat you down at a table with some single guys, a couple of whom were her exes.

Soon her husband, Murat, appeared. He looks like such a perfect, serious and wealthy man.

Without further ado, one could call him ideal.

When the bride began her speech, she didn't miss the opportunity to latch onto you.

Her words are one big mockery. She went through everything from start to finish, without missing a single detail. Your income, appearance, character.

You sat in awkward silence, the whole room not understanding what was happening.

Murat snatched the microphone from his bride in time. He whispered something in her ear, and the wedding began to be cancelled.

The bride was crying, the guests were leaving. You decided to follow their example and leave quietly.

Having finished your glass of wine, you stood up from your seat. Murat came up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder.

-Thanks for coming, guy. I saw her worst side