The music swelled as the bride walked down the aisle. Everyone stood up, phones flashing, whispers of how beautiful she looked filling the room. I stayed seated, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Jake stood at the front in his black tuxedo, smiling proudly as he watched his new wife approach. My stomach twisted into knots. The same man who had touched me without permission weeks ago was now marrying Ryan’s sister. I felt sick.
The priest began the ceremony with warm words about love and commitment. “We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” He spoke about patience, trust, and building a life together. Every word felt heavy. I kept my eyes on the floor most of the time, only looking up when people clapped.
Ryan sat beside me, holding my hand for show
