The months that followed were quiet and healing as I blocked Wyatt’s numbers and ignored the gossip coming from his side of the family. His sister eventually reached out to apologize, admitting that her mother had been a nightmare for years and she wished she had the courage I did.
A year later, I took my parents out to a nice dinner with the money I got back from the cancelled honeymoon and we laughed until we were breathless. When people ask me if I regret that day, I tell them that the only thing I would have regretted was saying “I do.”
THE END.
