Wedding Day Humiliation: A Love Lost

had been looping

e through the grand ballroom, quiet at first, then growing louder, more insistent. Everyone

Reed, was absent

ng it was her. It wasn't. It was another message fr

d texted me. On my way, ba

crowd was turning into a low-grade panic, the

. Connecting my phone to the massive projector screen behin

ightly. "Looks like my beautiful bride is having a bit of a dress

appeared, showing her last message. A few

y phon

deo call. F

g across the screen without a second thought. Her face would po

face that filled

definition for hundreds of our closest frie

deep, asked, "Am I bet

hless and high, replied, "L

ked the air out of th

n life, kicked into overdrive. I calmly navigated the phone's interface with

them with a raised hand. They needed to

angled in a passionate embrace with Liam Davis, her childhood fr

ted at the screen, filming the spectacle. I had anticipated t

f their stupor. Her cousins tried to rush the stage to shut off t

ur phone!" Mr. Reed yelled

d a small, sad smile. "Mr.

sea of phones re

ruined. The wedding is a joke. So let them see it all. Let them s

st, his breath coming in

His emergency heart medication. As his personal assistant for years, I knew his health c

home. It had lifted them out of poverty. For that, I had endured a lot. I had even agreed to marry Sop

-poor background. I understood co

en kind to me, rushed to my side. Her eyes

you' ve been wron

ome," I advised gently. "The

citly. They moved smoothly through the chaos and escorted Mr.