A week before our wedding, my fiancée Chloe told me she needed to marry her first love Ryan first, before she could marry me. Apparently, Ryan's mother had passed away, leaving behind a dying wish for them to get married. "Ryan's mom always hoped he would settle down. I'm just fulfilling an old lady's last wish, don't overthink it," Chloe explained. But our company had already planned to launch the "True Love" jewelry collection on the day of our grand wedding. She impatiently retorted, "It's just a billion-dollar project. How can that compare to Ryan's filial piety? If you're so keen on making that money, go find someone else to marry." Faced with her cold words, I understood everything clearly. I turned and dialed home. "Sis, can you help set me up with a new bride?"