“Claire,” my maid of honor, Jane, said softly, “you deserve someone who respects you, who listens to you. This is a blessing in disguise.”

I nodded, understanding now that trust was more than a word uttered in vows; it was a fundamental aspect of any partnership. And in that moment, I realized that Dylan had been more enamored with the idea of a viral sensation than with the sanctity of our commitment.

When I emerged, my father was waiting, his face etched with concern, but also pride. I hugged him tightly, grateful for his steadfast support.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” I murmured, feeling the weight of disappointment.

“Don’t be, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice reassuring. “You showed strength today. Walking away was the right choice.”