My Sister Married My Ex-Husband – on Their Wedding Day, My Father Took the Mic and Said, ‘There’s Something You All Need to Know About the Groom’

“Complicated?

Lacey, he was my husband.”

“Was,” she said. “You’re not together anymore.”

“That doesn’t make this okay.”

She sighed. “I didn’t plan this.

Neither did he. It just happened.”

I didn’t talk to her for weeks.

My dad went silent whenever her name came up, and Mom cried.

Lacey sent paragraphs about fate and love and how she never meant to hurt me.

I stopped reading her texts.

Six months ago, a cream-colored envelope arrived: Lacey and Caleb’s wedding invitation.

I held it for a long time, staring at their names printed together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I almost didn’t go.

I wanted to throw the invitation in the trash and pretend I never saw it, but my dad changed my mind.

He called shortly after the invitation arrived.

“Dad, I can’t.”

“I know. But I’m asking anyway.”

He sounded tired and older than his years. So I said yes.

The vineyard looked Pinterest-perfect, and the atmosphere turned tense and uncomfortable the moment I walked through the doors.

Lacey didn’t greet me, and Caleb wouldn’t look at me.

I sat in the back with my parents and watched my sister walk toward my ex like I was in a nightmare.

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