Wedding Day Showdown: I Married My Best Friend

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. The house looked normal from the

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one from last night, pointed at me. "There

ed over. "Oh, Emily. You're back. Did you come to apolog

"Emily, look, I know you're hurting. But this is

move on? You're trespassi

towards me. "Now, now, dear. Don't make a fuss. Bryce is just trying to b

er child to our wedding, then trashed my house, and n

streaming, pushed her way to the front. "So you're the o

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t my throat. I

n the throng. "Tell them! Tell them this is my hous

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rse was ripped from my shoulder. My phone cl

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d with ugly triumph. The live-streaming woman was

med, but my voice

happening. Not he