“What’s with the dress?”
Jane didn’t answer.
Jane nodded. “Yes.
Let’s continue.”
The ceremony went on, but nobody was listening.
Jack took a deep breath and reached for Jane’s hands.
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“Jane, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything. I promise to love you, to honor you, to stand by your side through anything.
I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”
“With this dress,” she said, her voice steady, “I bury all my hopes and expectations for this wedding and for us—because real love doesn’t betray you just days before the wedding.”
“Oh my god—Jack che:ated?”
Jack’s face drained of color.
“Jane—wait—”
“I trusted you. I loved you.
I was ready to spend my life with you.” She took a slow breath, but her voice never shook. “And then I found out the truth.”
“Babe, I swear—it’s not what you think—”
“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking.
“Jane, please, I love you.
I swear, I love you!”
Jane looked down at him. Unmoved. Unbroken.
Then, without a word, she lifted her bouquet and let it slip from her fingers.
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling.
“I found out three days ago,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “I saw the messages.
The late-night calls. The lies.”
I compressed her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
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“Because I knew what everyone would say.
‘It’s just cold feet. He loves you. Don’t throw everything away over one mistake.’” She swallowed.
“But love shouldn’t betray you.
Not like that.”
“No, it shouldn’t.”
Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. “It felt like when we lost Dad, you know?
I thought I had something real. Something safe.
And then it was just… gone.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little.
“You did the right thing,” I whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
