Our dad didn’t just leave us—he cheated on our mom for years with a woman from work. Dana. It destroyed everything. My little brother Owen, 12, took it the hardest. He saw our mom fall apart. I’ll never forget him whispering, “Does Dad love her more than us?”
When Dad announced his wedding, he acted like nothing had happened.
“Backyard ceremony! Hope YOU TWO can come!” he said—like he hadn’t torn our family in half.
Owen refused. “I’m not going. Ever.”
But then… he changed his mind. Out of nowhere.
“Actually, I’ll go,” he said softly.
That’s when I knew he was planning SOMETHING. He wanted to stand up for our mom—and get even with the two people who wrecked her.
At the wedding, he was calm. Quiet. Focused.
Then he offered “to help” by holding Dana’s beautiful white jacket—the one she wore over her gown.
She had no idea it would be THE SECOND WORST DECISION she’d ever made. Because in just a few minutes, the real SHOW began.
When my dad called to invite my 12-year-old brother and me to his wedding, I thought the worst part would be watching him marry the woman who destroyed our family. I had no idea my quiet little brother had been planning something that would make their special day unforgettable.
