I Thought It Would Be the Happiest Day of My Life Until I Cut into My Wedding Cake and Everything Fell Apart – Story of the Day

At the reception, everyone buzzed with joy. Mama danced with the best man, Lacey hovered around the cake table, biting her lip so much her lipstick faded.

Finally, the DJ announced, “Time for the cake, folks!”

The crowd gathered. Lacey was pale, clutching her champagne glass.

She whispered something to Ethan, who frowned and whispered back, “Relax.”

I stepped beside him, smiling for the cameras.

“Ready?”

We pressed the knife down together. The frosting cracked softly like something delicate breaking open.

A single photograph slid out onto the tablecloth. Then another.

Lacey’s breath caught.

Ethan stared. The crowd leaned in.

Her voice came out as a whisper. “No…”

Each photo showed the two of them: her hands tangled in his hair, his lips brushing her neck.

A kiss in the driveway. The glow of the car headlights. The night before.

The silence that followed was thick and holy.

Even the band stopped playing. Mama covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide.

Ethan took a step toward me, his face ghost-pale. “What did you do, Hannah?”

“I think the real question is what you did.

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