I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My wedding day, a day I had dreamt about for so long, was now tainted by an unexpected dip in the pool, courtesy of my new husband. As I stood there, drenched, with my dress clinging to me and my makeup running down my face, a mix of emotions flooded over me—anger, betrayal, and humiliation.
His friends seemed to be in on the joke, laughing and replaying the video they had captured. It was supposed to be a day of love and celebration, but instead, I felt like the punchline of a cruel prank. Dylan’s laughter echoed in my ears, and for a moment, I questioned everything.
Suddenly, the noise around me faded as my father’s voice boomed across the garden. “Dylan!” he called out, his tone a mixture of calm and authority that commanded attention. Everyone turned to look at my father, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, clearly unimpressed.
