At that point, the crowd had fully turned against her.
“Wait, so the old lady is actually the drama maker?”
“Her son’s already married and she’s still trying to set him up with another woman? What kind o people do that?”
“Record it. Post it. People need to see what a hot mess this woman is and know to stay far, fa away.”
Panicked, Micah’s mom bolted from the scene with her face covered.
Me? I didn’t care. I was too caught up in the joy of getting married to be bothered by the circus act she just pulled.
Our wedding day came faster than I expected.
Asher gave me a stunning ceremony, Everything about it was elegant and intentional–like the universe itself was blessing us.
We were nearly finished with our vows when suddenly someone barged in and shouted, “I object! I don’t agree to this wedding!”
Every guest turned to see who it was.
It was Micah.
He looked like he’d just been released from jail–buzzcut, pale and disheveled. He stumbled down the aisle holding a massive bouquet of flowers like some kind of bad romantic movie gone
horribly wrong.
Asher’s security detail jumped into action immediately, stopping him before he got too close.
Micah dropped to his knees right then and there, holding out the flowers like some pathetic offering. His face was twisted in forced sincerity as he begged, “Riley, I just got out of jail. The first thing I heard was that you’re getting married.”
“Please. Just one more chance. Let me try to win you back.”
I stared at him, completely deadpan.
Asher leaned in and murmured in my ear, “This is the guy you used to date? Seriously?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Everyone’s been young, dumb and blinded by love at some point, okay?”
The two of us stood there, whispering and laughing under our breath, like we were watching some trashy daytime drama unfold. Micah was the star and what a pathetic one he made.
He saw us talking and his expression flickered with irritation, but he tried to play it cool. Then, out of nowhere, he tossed the bouquet on the ground and started slapping himself.
‘Riley, I’m sorry! I hurt you,” he shouted, tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I never considered your feelings. I was selfish!”
“Lana and I are divorced now. I only want you. Please… just give me one more chance!”
I didn’t even bother replying.
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The whole room burst out laughing
Everyone looked at Micah like he was a bad pre–and that’s 1BETSY HR he was his big dramatic wedding crash? No one thought it was romantic or qvesy, it was just plain pathetic And embarrassing
Micah stood there, looking bitter and desperate, sal hoping i’d forgive him
Asher gave a small wave and his bodyoverds Cregged Miosh out without hesitation
The rest of the wedding carried on like nothing happened, I could we everyone there trolly wished us we
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It wasn’t until after our honeymoon that I started hearing bits and pieces for Vich
Turns out, he only got out of jail because his mom sold their house and drained her savings to pay off the damages. He’d lost everything
After Asher’s bodyguards threw him out of our wedding, Micah tried to force his way back in. This time, the quards didn’t go easy–they broke his leg
He limped home in total humiliation, only to run into some of his old friends,
These were the same guys who got sued and locked up for what they did to me that night. Some sold their homes, others took out shady online loans just to pay the damages and avoid prison time
