It fell to the floor, landing right at Jack’s feet. A final goodbye.
Jack looked at the flowers, his breathing ragged.
Jane turned and walked down the aisle away from him. I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding. I wanted to say something, to ask her what happened, to take away her pain.
But before I could, she reached out and took my hand.
I squeezed it tight. She squeezed back.
As we stepped outside, the whispers behind us faded. The doors shut behind us with a final, echoing thud.
And Jane? She never looked back.
Outside the venue, the cold air hit us like a slap. The murmurs and gasps were muffled behind the heavy doors, but I knew people were still reeling from what they had just witnessed.
I turned to Jane, my heart aching.
“Sweetheart…”
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling. “I found out three days ago,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “I saw the messages.
The late-night calls. The lies.”
I squeezed her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She gave me a small, sad smile.
“Because I knew what everyone would say. ‘It’s just cold feet. He loves you.
Don’t throw everything away over one mistake.’” She swallowed. “But love shouldn’t betray you. Not like that.”
Tears stung my eyes.
“No, it shouldn’t.”
Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. “It felt like when we lost Dad, you know? I thought I had something real.
Something safe. And then it was just… gone.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little. “You did the right thing,” I whispered.
“I’m so proud of you.”
She smiled through the pain. “One day, I’ll wear white,” she said softly. “For the right man.
The right love.”
And I knew she would.
Source: amomama
