My soon-to-be brother-in-law had always been trouble—disrespectful, egotistical, and constantly testing limits. But on my wedding day, he took things too far, committing an act so cruel that it shattered everything. The humiliation he put me through in front of our guests turned what should have been the happiest day of my life into a complete disaster. That was it—Michael finally saw what I had known all along.
After six years together, Michael had finally proposed, and I had spent months making sure every little detail was perfect. The dress, the hairstyle, the dream wedding—I had planned it all down to the last moment. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. I was about to marry the man I loved.
Then, just as I was preparing to walk down the aisle, there was a sharp knock on the door. I turned the handle, only to find Michael’s brother standing there.
I frowned in confusion. “What are you—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he threw an ice-cold, sticky liquid all over me. It soaked into my gown, clung to my hair, seeped into my skin.
Smirking, he leaned in and sneered, “That’s what you get for turning me down, you witch,” before strutting away as if he hadn’t just ruined everything.
A panicked silence filled the room before my bridesmaids rushed to my side. One of them let out a horrified gasp.
“Danica… you’re completely green!”
I couldn’t hold back the tears. I had spent months searching for the perfect wedding dress, envisioning the moment I’d walk down the aisle, only for everything to fall apart in an instant.
My hair was a disaster—streaked with green paint, the color clinging stubbornly to my strands. My bridesmaids scrambled to pin it up, doing their best to conceal the mess beneath my veil.
Then, Stacy burst into the room, breathless and flushed. In her hands, she clutched a surprisingly stunning dress.
“Jordan told everyone you ran away. Michael is losing it,” she blurted out.
I froze. A sick feeling twisted in my gut.
Stacy nodded quickly. “People are whispering. He looks like he’s about to collapse.”
A slow burn of fury ignited in my chest. I clenched my fists, my patience finally snapping. “That’s it. I’ve had enough.”
Without hesitating, I stormed out. The ruined dress clung to my skin, paint drying in some spots while still dripping in others.
As I stepped into the church, the room fell silent. Eyes widened, hushed voices buzzed around me. My pulse pounded, but I refused to waver.
“I did NOT run away!” I declared, my voice slicing through the murmurs.
Michael’s head jerked up. “Danica?” He bolted down the aisle and pulled me into his arms.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I took a step back, gesturing at my ruined gown. “Jordan dumped green paint on me,” I said firmly. “Then he had the audacity to tell everyone I left!”
Michael’s expression darkened. His fists clenched. “Jordan!” he barked, scanning the crowd. “You have something to say for yourself?”
Jordan leaned back lazily, a smirk playing on his lips. “Relax, it was just a harmless prank,” he said with a shrug.
“That wasn’t a joke! No one is laughing! Do you even realize the stress we’re under?!” Michael snapped.
Jordan chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Calm down, little brother. You’re overreacting.”
Michael’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, his voice dangerously low. “Get. Out.”
Jordan scoffed. “Seriously?”
“Get out,” Michael repeated, his tone unyielding. “Or I’ll make you.”
Their mother shot up from her seat, eyes wide. “Michael, he’s your brother!” she protested.
Michael turned to her without missing a beat. “If you’re okay with what he did, you can leave too.”
A heavy silence settled over the church. His parents exchanged a long look before finally grabbing Jordan and walking out without another word.
Michael turned back to me, his anger melting into something softer. He gently pulled me closer, pressing his forehead against mine. “I was terrified,” he murmured.
I let out a slow breath, the weight of the moment easing. “Thank you for standing by me,” I whispered.
“Always,” he promised.
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