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That night at dinner, I could feel Ryan studying Ed like he was solving a puzzle. Ed was charming, funny, and respectful to my mom.
He asked Ryan about his work, listened to his stories, and even laughed at his terrible dad jokes.
By the time we reached dessert, something had shifted. Ryan caught my eye across the table and gave me that half-smile I knew so well.
It was his way of saying, “He passes.”
The months leading up to our wedding flew by in a whirlwind of planning.
Ed and I decided on 120 guests. We found this perfect reception hall with tall windows and crystal chandeliers. I spent weeks choosing white roses, fairy lights, and golden accents for the decorations.
Everything had to be just right.
On the big day, I felt like I was floating.
I didn’t realize this was the last perfect moment of my wedding day.
My mom sat in the front row, tears streaming down her face as I walked down the aisle. Meanwhile, Ryan looked so handsome in his charcoal gray suit, beaming with pride as he watched me.
And Ed… God, Ed was grinning like he was the luckiest man alive.
The ceremony was everything I’d dreamed of. We said our vows under an arch of white roses while sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows.
When the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride,” Ed lifted my veil so gently and kissed me like we were the only two people in the world.
Everything felt perfect.
Then came the time to cut the cake.
I’d been looking forward to this moment for weeks. I’d seen it in movies, magazines, and on Pinterest.
I imagined Ed and me standing together, our hands joined on the knife handle, cutting that first perfect slice. Maybe he’d feed me a small bite, and I’d laugh and wipe a crumb from his lip.
Instead, Ed grinned at me with this mischievous look I should have recognized as trouble.
“Ready, babe?” he asked, his hand covering mine on the knife.
“Ready,” I said, smiling up at him.
We made the cut together, and I was reaching for the server when Ed suddenly grabbed the back of my head and shoved my entire face straight into the cake.
The crowd gasped.
I heard my mom’s sharp intake of breath, someone’s nervous giggle, and the scrape of chairs as people shifted uncomfortably.
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