My Ex-Husband Invited Me to His Wedding Just to Watch Me Show Up Alone — So I Hired a Stranger to Be My Date. The Moment the Bride Saw Him, Her Face Went White.

I looked away.

“Maybe.”

Julian smiled softly.

“That’s much easier.”

“How?”

“Because we don’t have to convince anyone you’re desirable.”

He held my gaze.

“We just have to make sure you remember it.”

For a second, I forgot this man had been hired.

Then he grinned.

“And if your ex suffers a mild existential crisis in the process, that’s included in the package.”

I laughed again.

“All right, actor. What’s our story?”

For the next hour, we invented a relationship.

We’d been dating five months.

We met at a gallery opening.

Julian worked in entertainment consulting.

We both liked old films.

He hated olives.

I loved them.

We had supposedly spent a weekend in Charleston.

“Physical affection?” he asked.