He turned, his face lit with happiness—until he saw me. Then, just like Amber, his face drained of color. My stomach dropped.
Because I knew him.
Not just in passing. Not as an acquaintance.
No. The man standing at the altar, dressed in a crisp tuxedo, ready to pledge his love to my *best friend*… was my ex.
The same ex who had ghosted me two years ago with no explanation. The same ex who had whispered promises of forever in my ear, only to disappear without a trace.
I felt the blood rush from my head. My hands clenched at my sides as the whispers in the room grew louder.
Amber’s lips parted, but no words came out. She looked like she was about to faint.
“Amber,” I finally said, my voice shaking, but not from sadness. From rage. “How long?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I—I can explain.”
The groom—*my* ex—swallowed hard, stepping forward. “Listen, it’s not what you think—”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, really? Because I think my best friend was secretly dating my boyfriend behind my back, he ghosted me, and now, two years later, you’re *marrying* him.” I turned to Amber, my voice sharp as a blade. “Was that the plan all along? To stab me in the back?”
Amber shook her head wildly. “No! I didn’t— It wasn’t like that!”
But the silence in the room said it all. People *knew*. The way some guests wouldn’t meet my eyes, the way others looked at Amber with barely concealed judgment. They all knew the truth before I did.
I took a deep breath, forcing my emotions under control. “You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” I turned on my heel, ready to walk out with my head high.
But then, as I passed the groom, I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “*She’ll find out who you really are soon enough.*”
And with that, I left—letting them deal with the mess they had made.