“I…” My voice cracked. “I found something.”
I handed her my phone.
“What happened?”
But when Diane scanned the screen once, then again, I expected denial, excuses, and maybe even blame.
Instead, her face went completely still. I thought she might faint.
“Dear, don’t cancel the wedding,” she said quietly.
I blinked, staring at her in shock.
I expected denial.
Diane looked furious.
“Madison has flirted with him for years. I warned my husband, but nobody wanted to hear it. From this moment, I don’t have a son. But we are going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“So it’s true?”
Her silence answered me.
A sob escaped before I could stop it. “I can’t do this. I can’t marry him,” I whispered.
I warned my husband.
“You are not leaving. You’re walking down that aisle tomorrow. But not for him.”
I stared at her.
Diane’s jaw tightened. “Don’t confront him, just trust me.”
“I don’t want a scene.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Her eyes hardened. “It’s too late for that.”
She led me back into the bridal suite while my hands shook so badly I could barely hold my phone.
“You are not leaving.”
I hardly slept, and the following morning felt like a nightmare.
But by the time the ceremony started, I was smiling and playing my part, as if my heart hadn’t already been destroyed.
The chapel glowed. Guests smiled as I walked down the aisle beside my father. Music swelled around me while faces turned to admire the “happy” bride.
Only Diane and I knew the truth.
