My name is Megan, and up until a few months ago, I thought my life was falling into place. I had a fiancé, Brad, and together we were planning a wedding and a future. But as they say, life can change in the blink of an eye.
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“Brad cheated on me with Andrea,” I confided to my therapist. “My childhood best friend.”
“That’s a heavy betrayal,” she replied gently.
Since discovering their relationship, I’ve been living with my parents, working from home, and going to therapy.
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“I’m finally able to look back without crying,” I told my mom one morning.
“I’m so proud of you, Megan.”
But then, Andrea called. “I’m pregnant,” she announced.
My heart sank. “Pregnant? And you’re marrying Brad?”
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“Yes,” she said. “The date’s set.”
Their lives moved on while I tried to heal. Brad and Andrea bombarded me with messages, switching from apologies to insults.
“Why are you blaming me for ruining your wedding?” I demanded during a heated phone call with Andrea.
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“You’re selfish,” she snapped. “Our families won’t come unless you forgive us.”
They tried bribing me. “If you get our families to attend, we’ll name our child after you.”
Their families agreed to attend only if I did, to show I’d forgiven them.
“They want me to forgive you?” I asked Andrea incredulously.
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“Yes, Megan. It would mean everything to us.”
But Andrea didn’t stop texting. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I yelled after blocking her sixth number.
“I need my revenge,” I whispered to myself, seething with anger.
I texted Andrea back. “I’ll attend your wedding.”
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“Really?” she replied, surprised.
“Yes, inform your families.”
The day of the wedding arrived. White and gold decor mirrored the vision board Brad and I had created.
“This looks exactly like what we planned,” I muttered bitterly to myself.
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I chose a seat in the middle, ensuring Brad and Andrea would see me from every angle.
As they said their vows, the priest asked, “Does anyone object?”
I raised my hand and stood up.
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“What is she doing?” I heard whispers around me.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, “I object. This wedding is built on my tears and heartache.”
Brad’s face turned pale.
“Brad cheated on me with Andrea,” I continued. “They bombarded me with messages, calling me selfish. And while they did, I discovered I was pregnant.”
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Gasps echoed through the crowd.
“At twelve weeks, I miscarried. The doctors said it was stress-induced, from the emotional trauma caused by their affair.”
I paused, gathering strength. “This isn’t just about infidelity. It’s about the life it cost me — my daughter’s life.”
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The crowd was silent, shocked.
“To Brad and Andrea,” I said, “today is not a joyous day for me. It’s a reminder of my loss and pain. You moved on, but I’m left with scars that may never heal. I won’t forgive this betrayal.”
I stood there in silence and looked at Brad. He stood on the altar and cried, while everyone remained silent.
But those tears did nothing for me.
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I wanted him to feel a sense of responsibility for my loss.
