My Dad Left Mom for His Mistress — My Little Brother Stole the Show at Their Wedding

Vanessa was beside him in her gown—lace, sequins, everything sparkling. She looked triumphant, as if she’d won some great prize. When Dad spotted us, his face lit up.

“There they are!” he said loudly, pulling us into hugs. I stiffened, but Alex let him embrace him without reaction. His eyes, however, were cold.

The ceremony began, guests taking their seats as the officiant started speaking. I sat beside Alex in the second row, directly behind the groomsmen. Dad looked smug, Vanessa beamed, and I clenched my jaw through every word about “love” and “trust” and “new beginnings.”

When it came time for vows, Vanessa went first.

She gushed about fate, about how they’d found each other against the odds, her voice dripping with sugar. People smiled, nodding, dabbing their eyes. Then Dad began his.

“Vanessa,” he said, gazing at her dramatically, “you are my light, my second chance, my future. I promise to—”

“—to cheat on her the same way you cheated on Mom?”

The words cut through the air like a blade. Gasps rippled across the audience.

Heads turned. My heart stopped. It was Alex.

He was standing now, small but steady, his voice louder than I’d ever heard it. His face was pale, but his eyes burned. “Sorry,” he said, his gaze fixed on Dad.

“I just thought, since you’re making promises, you should be honest. You promised Mom forever, too. Remember?

You said you’d never hurt her. But you did. And then you left us for her.” He jabbed a finger toward Vanessa, who looked like she’d swallowed a lemon.

The crowd froze. Some exchanged uncomfortable glances, others shifted in their seats. Dad’s face went crimson.

“Alex,” he hissed, his voice low and furious. “Sit down.”

But Alex didn’t. “You lied to us.Continue reading…