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One push was all it took to turn a picture-perfect wedding into chaos. The groom’s mother called it an accident, but beneath the calm surface of the lake, resentment had been stirring for years. What happens when envy finally stops pretending to be love?
Three months ago, I married the love of my life by a lake in northern Michigan.
I’m Rachel, 28, and I’d been dreaming about this day since I was seven years old, drawing pictures of white dresses in my notebook during math class.
We chose an outdoor ceremony because there’s something magical about wildflowers and string lights reflected in calm water. Everything felt perfect, like the universe had aligned just for us.
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