“You two are a perfect match. I wish you a lifetime of happiness together,” I said to them.
Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Derick, now furious, snatched the ring back and accused me, “Penny, are you crazy? Becky and I are friends! I’ve told you that. Why do you have to make a scene and ruin our wedding?”
“If you mess this up, there won’t be another one.” His tone turned cold.
The old me would’ve apologized immediately, begging him not to break up with me. For years, I’d dreamed of being his wife, standing proudly by his side at the altar. But now, I understood. A marriage certificate couldn’t keep someone who had already moved on. A wedding wouldn’t magically make two people who didn’t love each other happy.
Becky joined in, feigning concern. “Penny, listen to him. There’s nothing between me and Derick. Today is about your happiness. Don’t act rashly!”