As a young girl, I dreamed of love and a perfect wedding, sharing these hopes with my sister Rebecca on our sun-warmed porch. Years later, in a dress Rebecca crafted, I walked down the aisle toward Ryan, my heart pounding with anticipation. But at the altar, he whispered, “Bye, witch,” and turned to marry his ex, Lily, shattering my world before the stunned guests.
Humiliated, I was comforted by Ryan’s father, Frank, who apologized for his son’s betrayal and offered support. The next day, at Ryan and Lily’s wedding, Frank and I made a bold statement. We danced together, ignoring their shocked stares. When Ryan confronted us, I faced him calmly, thanking him for revealing his true character and saving me from a lifetime of regret. To Lily, I wished luck with a man capable of such cruelty.
With Frank’s support, I left the hall, head high, feeling lighter. Though we weren’t a couple, our act let Ryan believe otherwise, giving me the strength to confront my betrayer. As I stepped into the cool night, each click of my heels marked a step toward a new beginning, my heart unburdened and ready for what lay ahead.