On what should’ve been a joyous pre-wedding day, she discovered all the personalized invitations shredded on her kitchen counter. Heart pounding, she knelt among the torn pieces, disbelief turning to fury—and then devastation. That’s when her sister, standing in the doorway, whispered the words that shattered her: “I’m sorry about the invitations, but you can’t marry him… he’s been sleeping with Dad’s new girlfriend.”
The revelation hit like a freight train. In an instant, the invitations ceased to be stationery—they became symbols of a dream colliding with truth. She gathered herself, trembling, through fragments of cardstock and betrayal. Her world didn’t just crack, it collapsed. Who had she married? How would she ever look at her father—or her wedding—again?
