I Ran Out on My New Husband at Our Wedding Reception After What He Did

And then suddenly I felt a hard shove from behind, and without a moment to collect myself, my face was slammed straight into the cake.

Buttercream filled my nose, making it hard to breathe. Frosting clung to my lashes, blurring my vision.

My veil was stuck to the thick layer of icing. The crowd around us gasped in shock, and then a few people started to laugh.

I stood there, dripping in sugar, my makeup destroyed, my chest heaving, anger pulsating from within me. Peter stood next to me, laughing, with an almost cruel look in his eyes, because he knew.

He knew I hated pranks and still, he chose to do this on what was supposed to be the best day of our lives.

“Come on,” he said, noticing the shock and hurt on my face. “It’s just a joke. Lighten up.”

I wanted to say something back, to defend myself, to ask why, but I couldn’t catch my breath.

On top of that, a part of me was determined not to cause an even bigger scene, maybe because deep down, I knew that’s exactly what he wanted.

Furthermore, the heavy smell of cream was making me gag. My fake lashes had started to peel off, and the once-perfect foundation was now melting in uneven streaks down my cheeks. All that effort gone in seconds.

I stumbled backward as someone reached out with a napkin, maybe trying to help, or maybe just trying to nudge me out of the spotlight.

I didn’t even look at them.

I pushed through the crowd, heart pounding, vision blurred from tears, or from cake, or maybe both. And that’s when I saw him. One of the waiters.

His kind, empathetic gaze met mine, and something about the quiet understanding in his eyes stopped me in my tracks.Continue reading…