One week before our wedding, my fiancé Theo Lambert told me he had to marry his first love before he could marry me. His first love's mother had passed away, leaving a dying wish for them to get married. "Megan's mother always hoped she would marry a good man. I'm just fulfilling the old lady's last wish. Don't overthink it," Theo said. But our company had already decided to launch the True Love jewelry collection on the day of our grand wedding. He impatiently replied, "It's just a billion-dollar project. How can that compare to Megan's filial piety? If you really want to earn that money, go find someone else to marry." Faced with his cold words, I understood everything. I turned and dialed my family's number. "Brother, help me find a new marriage partner."