Excusing myself, I made a quick call to the bakery. Fifteen minutes later, the wedding cake rolled in. But instead of a traditional bride-and-groom topper, there was a custom piece: a groom arm-in-arm with his mother, perfectly styled to resemble Ethan and Patricia.
The room went silent as laughter rippled through the crowd. Patricia’s triumphant smile vanished. “What… is this?” she sputtered.
Grinning, I picked up the microphone. “Patricia, I wanted to honor your special bond with Ethan. It’s clear you’re the star of the evening. Please, cut the cake together—you deserve it.”
Her face turned crimson as the guests chuckled. Ethan froze, too stunned to react. I calmly stepped back, letting her bask in the awkward spotlight she’d craved.
By morning, I’d canceled the marriage license. Ethan and Patricia could have each other. I walked away, reclaiming not just my wedding day, but my life.
Some might call it petty, but for me, it was liberation.
What would you have done?