His Ex, My Ruined Wedding

dressing room. The guests were murmuring outside, the

began, his face a mask of s

, taking my hands

st give me a few minutes to get her settled somewhere else. Th

. I wanted to believe him. I needed to. So I nodd

my forehea

ony would resume. The guests filed back to their seats, their face

gain. He gave me a reassuring smile, bu

now felt hollow. It was time for the ring exch

than began, his voi

chaos erup

lobby downstairs. Shouts. A w

as now dark with rage. Without a second thought, he dropped the ring

en he was gone, sprinting out o

er him, my wedding dress hiking up arou

Two large, thuggish-looking men had Brittany cornered

, Brittany," one of the men growled

he screamed, struggl

tany, tackling him to the ground. He started punching him, his fists flying wi

amed, running toward

pull him off the man who wa

ny, now free, saw me. Her face t

she s

Caught off guard, my heel twisted, and I went down, my head hitti

she was on me, her hands grabbing the front

nches from mine. "You sent them here to

pain. The accusation was insane, bu

me on the floor, Brittany hovering over me. But

her in his arms as if she were the victim.

he blood that was starting to seep from a cut on my

supposed to marry holding his ex-girlfriend. It was in that moment I realized my place in his hear