On The Eve Of My Brother’s Luxurious Wedding, My Millionaire Husband Yelled At Me And Walked Out, Telling Me I Wasn’t Good Enough For Him. To My Surprise, He Showed Up At The Wedding With His Ex, Parading Her Like A Trophy. He Told Me, “You’re Insignificant Compared To Her.” I Smiled And Uttered Three Words, And Then:THE BASTARD WAS CARRIED OUT ON A STRETCHER.

I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach with a sledgehammer. Richard had been discussing our marriage problems with his colleagues, telling them he felt trapped, making me sound like an anchor, dragging down his success.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I locked myself in a stall and tried not to let my expensive mascara run down my cheeks. When had I become the kind of woman who hid in bathroom stalls at family celebration? When I finally composed myself and returned to the reception, my brother Michael intercepted me near the dessert table.

“Hey, there’s my beautiful sister having a good time.”

“The best,” I said, forcing a smile that felt like plastic surgery. “Everything is absolutely perfect, Michael. You and Jessica look so happy.”

“We are happy.

But are you okay? You seem, I don’t know, different somehow.”

“Just tired. It’s been a long week with all the wedding preparations.”

He studied my face with the protective intensity that only big brothers possess.

“Amber, if something’s wrong, you know you can talk to me, right? I know I’ve been distracted with wedding planning, but I’m still your brother. That comes first.”

For a moment, I almost broke down and told him everything about the constant criticism, the loneliness, the feeling that I was slowly disappearing in my own marriage, about overhearing those women discuss my husband’s complaints about being trapped with me.

But this was his wedding day, and I wasn’t going to ruin it with my problems. “I’m fine. Really.

Go dance with your gorgeous wife.”

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