The invitation arrived on a quiet Saturday afternoon—an elegant envelope with my name in Liam’s familiar handwriting. I hadn’t heard from him in over a year since our painful breakup. I thought we were done for good.
Opening it felt like a punch: “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Liam Mitchell and Jessica Harper.” Jessica—the one who came between us. My chest tightened. I thought I’d moved on, but seeing that invitation brought the heartbreak and jealousy flooding back.
Still, I felt I had to go—maybe seeing him happy would give me closure.
The wedding was held in a grand ballroom. I arrived early, heart pounding, emotions swirling. I spotted Liam near the altar, looking as handsome as ever. But it wasn’t Jessica on his arm—it was Mia. My best friend. The person who had stood by me after the breakup. The one who swore she wasn’t interested in him.
Now she stood beside him, smiling like she belonged there.
Betrayal hit me like a wave. Had they lied to me all along? My world spun as I watched them, trying to make sense of it.
After the ceremony, I escaped to the lobby. Mia followed. When I confronted her, she admitted it—“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did.” I could barely respond. The hurt ran too deep.
“I can’t do this,” I told her, and I walked away.
Outside, the night air felt like relief. Liam was gone. But now, so was Mia. And worse than the heartbreak was the realization that I might never trust the same way again.