On My Wedding Day

"“One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?”Henry asked calmly.It was my thirtieth birthday.The deadline of the promise he made beside my dying mother’s bed.But that day, he needed to take his pregnant sister-in-law to her prenatal appointment.“She’s carrying my late brother’s only child,” he said.“Why are you fighting her for this?”I wasn’t fighting for a date.I was fighting for the last shred of dignity in a fifteen-year love.The girl who once meant everything to himHad slowly become the unreasonable one.The sister-in-law who used to disgust himHad somehow become the one he needed to protect.So I smiled and said, “Fine.”And I left.Three days later, I turned thirty without him.That was the day Henry Jones began to regret it.Because soon he would learn—The baby wasn’t his brother’s.The betrayal didn’t start with me.And the woman he chose to hurt… was the only one who ever stood by him.But by then—I was already gone.And this time,He would be the one begging."