I cut him off, my voice cool. “And how long do you think I spent crying in high school, Matt?
How many nights did I stay up, dreading the next day because of her?”
He fell silent. “That was high school!” he argued weakly. “You need to let it go!”
I smirked, twirling my phone between my fingers.
“Sure. Just like she did, right? Oh, wait.
She didn’t.”
More silence. Then, casually, I dropped the final blow. “Oh, by the way… the whole thing’s on video.
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Her, screaming, sobbing, running in circles over a couple of butterflies. Pretty funny, actually. Maybe I’ll send it out.
People love wedding fails.”
His breath hitched. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
That was the last time I ever heard from Nancy. And, for the first time in years, I slept like a baby.
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