but my father remained resolute, his calm demeanor unshakeable. “This is Claire’s decision,” he stated firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. My mother stood beside him, nodding in agreement, her eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and unwavering support.
I retreated to a quiet room with my closest friends, trying to process what had just happened. My dress was wet and heavy, a stark reminder of the betrayal I never saw coming. My bridesmaids surrounded me, offering towels and comforting words, their faces a mixture of shock and empathy.
As I sat there, I replayed the moment in my mind—the laughter in Dylan’s eyes, the complete lack of remorse. It struck me then that the trust I had in him was merely an illusion, shattered in an instant by his thoughtless actions. It was more than just being thrown into a pool; it was about the underlying disregard for my feelings and our relationship.
