Three months before my wedding 5

Three months before my wedding 5

Henry shot me a glare. “I get it—you’ve been holding a grudge ever since I married Betty and, well, the whole ‘got her pregnant behind your back’ thing. Yeah, I should’ve told you sooner.”

 

“But that doesn’t mean you can hurt her,” he continued. “She’s been through so much. All she wanted was to be a mom. Is that really so wrong? Why does she have to deal with your anger too?”

 

Then he pointed at me. “You owe her an apology. Today.”

 

I could feel my whole body shaking, but I forced myself to stay calm. My voice came out rough. “What did I do wrong? Tell me. What exactly did I do wrong?”

 

That threw him. He just stood there, totally caught off guard by the redness in my eyes.

 

And then, cue Betty with her soft, tragic sigh. “It’s fine, Henry. Forget it. Even though I almost died just now…

 

“I don’t blame Daphne. I don’t need her apology. You two are getting married soon, and I don’t want to cause any drama.”

 

Henry sighed and looked at her with tenderness. “Betty, your selflessness… it’s heartbreaking sometimes.”

 

Then he whipped his laser glare back at me. “The truth is, you’re just jealous of Betty. You can’t stand seeing her happier than you.

 

“But since she spoke up for you, I’ll let it go this time. If you ever hurt her again, though, I won’t forgive you.”

 

He scooped her up, pausing to hit me with one last soul-crushing glance. “You’ll never measure up to Betty.”

 

Mic drop.

 

The room went dead silent.

 

I just stood there, staring out the window, watching leaves spiral to the ground like my last shred of dignity. And then it hit me.

 

This was it.

 

I crouched down, covered my face, and finally let it all out.

 

 

Three months before my wedding

Three months before my wedding

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