From Victim to Victor: My Wedding Day

Jenny. I smiled, wiping my hands on a rag. She was on her "solo" trip to Big Bend,

e phone. The s

ed up with Caleb. His arm was around her, his smug face half-hidden in her hair. She was

he air in the garage suddenly f

ber. Straight

. Voi

. Voi

years, the one with the church wedding and th

the concrete floor. I didn't care. I just stared

the silence screaming at me. I opened Instagram. Her story was the first thing I saw. A picture of a su

ed over me. No regrets. I

d, her voic

was on this super t

I said, my

us out here. I wish

voice in the background. Caleb's voice. The lie was so eas

y, J

hing. I blocked her number. I blocked her on Instagram, on F

parked at the curb, a monument to his trust fund. I opened the door to see Jenny, her fac

You blocked me," Jenny sa

ound. "It's

by fury. "Over? Are you kidding me? The invitation

ncel the caterer. I'll cancel the photographer. I

do this!" s

ulder. "Easy, Jen. The town

right at him. "Ge

ng my name, pounding on the wood. I leaned against