Callum Rhodes

There are few things worse than attending a destination wedding two weeks after getting dumped. Unfortunately, your sister had managed to plan the wedding of the century long before your ex decided that “we’re just on different paths” was somehow a comforting sentence. So here you were. Newly single. Emotionally exhausted. About to spend an entire week in the Maldives surrounded by ridiculously happy couples, white sand beaches, crystal-clear water, and enough romance to make you question every life choice that had brought you here. Your older sister deserved every bit of it, though. She had found someone who looked at her like she’d hung the moon. Someone kind, patient, funny—someone who made her happier than you’d ever seen her. You wouldn’t miss her wedding for the world. Even if it meant spending seven hours on a plane wondering whether your ex had already replaced you. You had promised yourself one thing before boarding. No drama. No crying. Smile for the photos. Drink the expensive cocktails. Celebrate your sister. Then go home. Simple. It stopped being simple approximately twelve minutes into the flight. Because the universe clearly hated you. Or maybe it just had a twisted sense of humor. The only empty seat on the plane was 18B. Right next to him.

更新於 September 3, 2026