my fiancé, kissing my maid of honor — Amber, my best friend — behind the church just an hour before the ceremony. A security camera had captured it.till, I gave Rick a chance to explain. But the look on his face confirmed it. Amber admitted the affair had been going on for months. The betrayal cut deep — not just from him,
but from her. I walked back into the church alone and told everyone the truth: there would be no wedding. But the reception was still on — and they were welcome to stay and celebrate with me anyway. That night, surrounded by people who truly cared, I realized I wasn’t as alone as I thought. It wasn’t the wedding I had planned, but it might have been the best decision of my life.
