Her Veil, My Exit

My best friend stole my wedding. My fiancé let her. Tears streamed down my face while my own family laughed. No one defended me. No one even looked ashamed. They had dragged my mother’s name through the dirt. Now they wanted me to swallow the same humiliation—and smile. My hands shook with grief and rage. Was I ever loved, or was I only worth loving when I stayed silent?