“Then he lied and told everyone I left!”
Michael’s jaw tightened. He turned, scanning the room. “Jordan!
Care to explain?!” His voice was sharp.
Jordan leaned back in his chair, smirking. “It was just a harmless joke,” he said, shrugging.
“That’s not a joke! No one is laughing!
We’re all on edge as it is!” Michael snapped.
“Whoa, little brother, calm down,” Jordan said, his tone mocking.
Michael squared his shoulders. “I’m not five anymore. You don’t have control over me.”
Jordan chuckled.
“Yet here I am, at your wedding.”
“Get out!” I shouted, my voice shaking with rage.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “I was invited. I’m not leaving.”
Michael took a step forward.
“Get out!” he repeated, his voice firm. “Or I’ll throw you out myself.”
“Michael, he’s your brother,” his mother interjected, standing abruptly.
Michael turned to her. “If you support what he did, you can leave too,” he said without hesitation.
His mother’s face paled.
“But Michael—” she started.
“Out!” Michael commanded. His voice was final.
A tense silence filled the church. His parents exchanged a glance, then grabbed Jordan and walked out without another word.
Michael turned back to me, his eyes softening.
He pulled me close, resting his forehead against mine. “I was so scared,” he whispered.
I exhaled, feeling the weight of everything lift. “Thank you for standing up for me,” I said, my voice steady.
“From now on, always,” he promised.
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