On the day I was meant to say “I do,” three of my groomsmen stood up to object in front of everyone. I thought it was a prank… until they told me to look at her hand. What I saw changed everything — and the one person who stayed silent?
That hurt worst of all. I was standing at the altar, ready to marry the love of my life, when everything went to hell. Soft violin notes floated through the cathedral and the afternoon sunlight shining through the stained-glass windows scattered jewels of light over the guests.
And there she was. Ellie. God, she was radiant.
The satin dress hugged her curves just right, and that pearl-beaded veil cascaded down her back like something out of a fairy tale. When she looked at me, I swear I felt my heart stop. This was it.
This was everything I’d dreamed of since I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. My closest friends stood beside me in their matching gray tuxes. Tyler, my best man, the first friend I made when I moved to the city ten years back, gave me a small smile.
Jake, Nate, and James flanked us, looking sharp as ever. I felt like the luckiest guy alive standing there, about to marry my soulmate, surrounded by the people who matter most. It never even crossed my mind that anything might go wrong.
Father McKenna’s voice boomed through the cathedral. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”
The priest continued his rehearsed words, and I found myself getting lost in Ellie’s eyes. Those green eyes that had captured me three years ago at that coffee shop downtown.
“If anyone objects to this union,” Father McKenna’s voice rang out, “speak now or forever hold your peace.”
The words were still echoing through the cathedral when three of my groomsmen stepped forward. Jake Nate, and James moved forward as one, like they’d rehearsed this moment. I thought it was a prank at first, but then I noticed Tyler staring at them with wide eyes, as shocked as I was.
“We object.”
The words hit the cathedral like a bomb going off. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. I heard Mom call my name uncertainly, but I didn’t even turn to look at her.
All I could do was stand there, staring at my friends, none of whom would meet my gaze. “What… what the hell are you doing?” I spat out, my voice cracking. Nate stepped closer.
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