At first, he seemed polite. We had a brief conversation at a family dinner. But later that night, something happened that deeply unsettled me. Jordan made an inappropriate comment when we were alone — something I couldn’t just brush off.
I immediately told Michael what happened. He was shocked and incredibly supportive.
Soon after, Jordan started sending unwanted messages, which I blocked right away.
When we started planning our wedding, I told Michael I didn’t want Jordan there — and he completely understood.
But a few weeks later, Michael came home with a heavy heart.
— “I talked to my parents,” he said. “They told me if Jordan isn’t invited to the wedding… they won’t come either.”
It was a crushing moment. After a long discussion, I reluctantly agreed.
— “Fine,” I said. “We’ll invite him.”
Then came the wedding day. I was in the bridal room, surrounded by my bridesmaids, getting ready. The dress was perfect. Everything was just how I’d dreamed it.
Until there was a knock on the door.
I opened it — and there was Jordan.
Before I could even speak, he poured a bucket of green paint all over me. My dress, my hair, everything — ruined.
— “This is for rejecting me,” he said with a smirk.
He shut the door, leaving me in shock.
I collapsed into a chair, overwhelmed and tearful. My bridesmaids rushed to help. One of them, Stacy, dashed off to find something — anything — to replace my dress.
Minutes later, she came back holding a simple but beautiful white gown.
— “Jordan told everyone you left,” she said breathlessly. “Michael’s worried.”
I pulled myself together. I wasn’t about to let Jordan win.
As I stepped into the ceremony, guests turned in confusion. I stood tall and raised my voice.
— “I didn’t leave. Jordan ruined my dress and lied to everyone.”
Jordan sat in the front row, casually brushing it off.
— “It was just a joke,” he said with a shrug.
Michael stepped forward, his voice firm.
— “That’s not funny. We’ve had enough.”
He turned to Jordan.
— “Leave. Now.”
His mother stood up.
— “Michael, he’s your brother.”
But Michael didn’t waver.
— “If you support what he did… you can leave too.”
There was silence. Then, slowly, his parents stood and left with Jordan.
I exhaled deeply. The weight I’d been carrying was finally gone.
— “Thank you for standing up for me,” I said quietly.
Michael took my hand.
— “From now on… always.”