She continued, “I knew if Adam said no, Margaret wouldn’t be able to hide her reaction. And now you see it, don’t you?”
The room was silent. Her father looked stunned. Margaret scoffed, trying to recover.
“Oh please. He was never going to marry you. I just called it before it happened.”
I stepped forward, took her hands, and said, “Damn right, I am.”
Her father turned to Margaret and quietly asked her to leave.
And we got married—right then, right there. It was the best day of our lives.
Eventually, her father and Margaret reconciled. But he never saw her the same way again. As for us, we cut ties with her completely.
Because sometimes, love isn’t just about standing at the altar.
It’s about standing up for each other—especially when it matters most.
