ips, nervous, then smiled shakily.

“Jane, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one.

You are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything. I promise to love you, to honor you, to stand by your side through anything. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His voice grew stronger with each word like he thought this was still fixable.

Then, it was Jane’s turn.

She let go of his hands. A sharp inhale swept through the room. Jane lifted her chin and looked Jack straight in the eye.

“With this dress,” she said, her voice steady, “I bury all my hopes and expectations for this wedding and for us—because real love doesn’t betray you just days before the wedding.”

A collective gasp filled the room.

Whispers erupted like wildfire.

“What did she say?”

“Betray? What does she mean?”

“Oh my god—Jack cheated?”

Jack’s face drained of color. “Jane—wait—”

She continued.

“I trusted you.

I loved you. I was ready to spend my life with you.” She took a slow breath, but her voice never shook. “And then I found out the truth.”

Jack’s panic was visible now.

His hands trembled. “Babe, I swear—it’s not what you think—”

Jane didn’t blink. “It’s exactly what I think.”

Jack dropped to his knees.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking.

“Jane, please, I love you. I swear, I love you!”

She didn’t move. Jack clutched at her hands, but she stepped back.

His fingers closed around nothing.

Tears welled in his eyes. “Please, just let me explain!”

Jane looked down at him. Unmoved.

Unbroken. Then, without a word, she lifted her bouquet and let it slip from her fingers.

It fell to the floor, landing right at Jack’s feet. A final goodbye.

Jack looked at the flowers, his breathing ragged.

Jane turned and walked down the aisle away from him. I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding. I wanted to say something, to ask her what happened, to take away her pain.

But before I could, she reached out and took my hand.

I squeezed it tight. She squeezed back.

As we stepped outside, the whispers behind us faded. The doors shut behind us with a final, echoing thud.

And Jane? She never looked back.

Outside the venue, the cold air hit us like a slap. The murmurs and gasps were muffled behind the heavy doors, but I knew people were still reeling from what they had just witnessed.

I turned to Jane, my heart aching.

“Sweetheart…”

She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling. “I found out three days ago,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “I saw the messages.

The late-night calls. The lies.”

I squeezed her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She gave me a small, sad smile.

“Because I knew what everyone would say. ‘It’s just cold feet. He loves you.

Don’t throw everything away over one mistake.’” She swallowed. “But love shouldn’t betray you. Not like that.”

Tears stung my eyes.

“No, it shouldn’t.”

Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. “It felt like when we lost Dad, you know? I thought I had something real.

Something safe. And then it was just… gone.”

I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little. “You did the right thing,” I whispered.

“I’m so proud of you.”

She smiled through the pain. “One day, I’ll wear white,” she said softly. “For the right man.

The right love.”

And I knew she would.

Source: amomama