She and my parents were still there when we left the chapel after the ceremony. “What the hell is going on?” my father demanded as he stepped in front of Ryan. “We had an agreement!”
“You really thought I’d let her walk before my future wife?” Ryan replied coolly.
“You lied to us!”
“You never had it in writing. Must’ve been a misunderstanding. Now, excuse us, we have a reception to get to.”
Ryan sidestepped them and led me to the car.
At the reception, we cut the cake my parents had paid for, and drank the expensive champagne Melissa had insisted on ordering. The next day, we posted a warm thank-you online for my parents’ generous support. No one in our families spoke of the drama, but everyone in town had seen the video.
The whispers followed Melissa everywhere. A week later, as we prepared for our honeymoon, Melissa sent me a message:
“He used us! He tricked us!
You’ll regret this, I swear! He’ll cheat on you — with ME!”
I showed Ryan the message, and he promptly screenshotted it and dropped it into the family group chat without comment. Then we turned off our phones, packed our bags, and left for two weeks in Bali.
I may not have had a great childhood, but I knew having Ryan at my side would make the rest of my life amazing.
