The perfect wedding moment shattered in ten seconds flat.
Ellie was radiant, the venue glowed, and my four best friends lined up as groomsmen. Everything felt cinematic—right up until the priest cleared his throat:
“If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Three of my groomsmen stepped forward in unison.
“We object!”
A gasp rippled through the crowd. My pulse spiked. Only Tyler—my best man—stayed rooted, expression carved from stone.
“Are you kidding me?” I hissed, whipping toward them.
One of the three met my stare and said, voice shaking, “You need to look at Ellie’s left hand. Look at her ring finger.”
Confused, I reached for Ellie’s hand. She tried to pull away, but not before I caught a glimpse of—
Well, let’s just say what I saw changed everything.
On the day I was meant to say “I do,” three of my groomsmen stood up to object in front of everyone. I thought it was a prank… until they told me to look at her hand. What I saw changed everything — and the one person who stayed silent? That hurt worst of all.
