For years, I thought my first wedding dress would come from Henry.
But in the end, it was Ray who made it happen.
I smiled as I waved him off, a warmth blooming in my chest.
From childhood friend to fiancé–it was a sweetness I didn’t have the words to describe.
A few days later, as I stepped out of the hotel, guess who was lurking by the entrance? Henry.
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He looked like he’d lost a fight with a laundry basket–wrinkled clothes, messy hair, and an aura of total loser energy. His eyes lit
up for a second when he saw me, but then dimmed.
“I… I couldn’t reach you, so I had someone look up your address,” he stammered, all awkward and twitchy.
“Do you need something?” I asked, ice–cold.
“I know I messed up,” he croaked, licking his lips. “I was blind–tricked, manipulated by Betty. I saw her phone.”
Oh boy, here it comes. He dove straight into a sob story about Betty and her doctor buddy scamming him with some over–the–top
fertility lie, claiming she needed his sperm to have a baby.
And the wedding house? Apparently, she cried about how mean me and my mom were to her and how she’d be homeless with a
baby unless he swooped in to save the day. Naturally, he fell for it because, duh, pity points.
“And now I know,” he went on, “your mom always favored her. She took over your room, destroyed your dad’s necklace, and
made you look like the bad guy.‘
I raised an eyebrow, totally unimpressed. “None of this matters anymore.”
Henry opened his mouth, then closed it, fumbling for words. Finally, he blurted, “Daphne, please give me another chance. I won’t let another woman deceive me again. I’ll treat you right this time.”
I wasn’t about to drag this out any longer, so I said, “My wedding’s in two days–with Ray.”
