Wedding Day Showdown: I Married My Best Friend

The sound of loud, obnoxious musi

My sanctua

car, ignoring Nola

east a dozen of Bryce's sleazy friends were sprawled across my custom-made furniture. Beer cans a

ropped in a corner, covered in what looked like sticky h

Emily! Hey! Didn't expect you back so soon. C

. Don't be a party pooper. Bryce was just saying how

expensive photography art

aid, my voice

're just having a little fun. This place was going to be o

chimed in, "Yeah, lighten up, sweetheart. Bryce

d sharp, surg

me. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the noise like

who are you, buddy

" Nolan stated, h

over the room. Even the

ce dripping with sarcasm. "Husband? Oh,

ne of my delicate ceramic sculptures and threw

was

oice shaking with fury, "before I call the police and have ev

. Don't be so dramatic. It's just a litt

said, his v

friends starte

ntinued, taking

alright, we're going. No need to get your panties in a twist." He

ely knocked over a vase, sending water and flow

, ran past and kic

I yelped, more su

knuckles white. "You'll pay for every bit of damage. And if you

, man, I didn't..

the door. The rest of his frie

hone, snapped a few pictures of the trashed living room, and sent them with a message I saw pop up on my phone screen a seco

number, my h

afening, broken only by the drip

living room, my beautiful ho

und me. "It's okay, E

sob escaping. "He...

ir. "It's just stuff. Replaceable.

heck the rest of the house. Then we'll

My most pr

or was

eart

floor. My perfume bottles were smashed on the vanity. And on my bed, on my silk sheets, so

This was more than vandal

whispered, backing out of the

the Peninsula. And tomorrow, I'm calling a specialist cl

ted for another car, I saw movement at the end

despite the war