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That broke me.
Not Regina.
Not the embarrassment.
Not the torn lace.
Those two words.
Because for once, they were honest.
“I saw the messages,” Dad said quietly. “And I still convinced myself she wouldn’t do it.”
Tears spilled down my face.
“I was wrong.”
The ceremony stopped.
My maid of honor and Brandon’s sister gathered bobby pins from the floor.
My grandmother marched to the altar like a general preparing for battle.
“NOBODY is leaving,” she announced.
The entire church obeyed instantly.
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