37.News Of The Day!
They say your wedding day is supposed to be perfect, but mine quickly turned into chaos when my groom thought humiliating me was funny. What my brother did next left every single guest speechless. Now, I’m living a good life. Really, I am. My days are filled with laughter, soccer practices, and bedtime stories. But there’s something that happened 13 years ago that I will never forget. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My wedding day. Sometimes, I wonder how different things might have been if that moment had never happened. But then I remember what came after, and I’m grateful it did.
Let me take you back to when I was 26. That’s when everything started. I met Ed at a small coffee shop downtown where I used to write during my lunch breaks. At the time, I was working as a marketing assistant, and those 30 minutes were my escape from spreadsheets and phone calls. Ed came in every day, always ordering the same caramel latte. What caught my attention wasn’t just his routine—it was how he’d try to guess my order before I even placed it.
“Let me guess,” he’d say with a confident grin, “vanilla chai with extra foam?” He was wrong every time, but he kept trying. One Tuesday afternoon, he finally got it right. “Iced coffee, two sugars, splash of cream,” he announced triumphantly as I approached the counter. “How did you know?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “I’ve been studying you for weeks,” he said with a laugh. “Mind if I buy it for you?” I had no idea then that a cup of coffee and a stranger’s persistence would one day lead me down the aisle
Before long, we were sitting together at the small table by the window, laughing over blueberry scones. He told me about his job in IT, his love for old movies, and how he’d been building up the courage to talk to me for months. Our dates after that were everything I had hoped for. Ed was thoughtful in ways that really mattered. He remembered that I loved sunflowers, so instead of expensive bouquets, he’d bring me a single stem. He planned picnics in the park and always packed my favorite sandwiches. When I had a bad day at work, he showed up with ice cream and terrible jokes that somehow made everything better. For two years, he made me feel like I was the only person in the room when we were together. We connected on everything, and I truly believed I had found my person.
Then came the proposal. We were walking along the pier at sunset, talking about nothing important, when he suddenly stopped. The sky was painted with pinks and oranges, and the water sparkled like diamonds. Ed dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring that caught the fading light perfectly. “Lily,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “will you marry me?” I said yes without hesitation. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear his words, but I knew this was right. This was my future. A few weeks later, it was time for the big introduction. I brought Ed home to meet my family—my mom and my older brother, Ryan.
This was the test that mattered most to me. I didn’t realize then how Ryan’s reaction to Ed that night would echo all the way to our wedding day. You see, my dad passed away when Ryan and I were still kids—I was eight and Ryan was twelve. From that moment, Ryan stepped up as protector without being asked. He became the man of the house overnight, looking out for Mom and me in ways no child should have to. Ryan and I have always been more than siblings. We’re best friends. But when it comes to the men I date, he’s especially careful.
He watches, listens, and reads between the lines. I’ve seen him scare off guys with just a look. That night at dinner, I could feel Ryan studying Ed like he was solving a puzzle. Ed was charming, funny, and respectful to my mom. He asked Ryan about his work, listened to his stories, and even laughed at his terrible dad jokes. By dessert, something had shifted. Ryan caught my eye and gave me the half-smile I know so well. It was his way of saying, “He passes.” The months leading up to our wedding flew by in a whirlwind of planning.
Ed and I invited 120 guests. We found the perfect reception hall with tall windows and sparkling chandeliers. I spent weeks choosing white roses, fairy lights, and golden accents. Everything had to be perfect. On the big day, I felt like I was floating. My mom sat in the front row, tears streaming down her face as I walked down the aisle. Ryan looked handsome in his charcoal gray suit, beaming with pride. And Ed… Ed was grinning like the luckiest man alive. The ceremony was everything I dreamed of. We said our vows under an arch of white roses while sunlight poured through stained-glass windows. When the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride,” Ed gently lifted my veil and kissed me like we were the only two people in the world.
Everything felt perfect. Then came the cake cutting. I’d been looking forward to this moment for weeks. I’d seen it in movies, magazines, and on Pinterest. I imagined Ed and me standing together, our hands joined on the knife, cutting the first perfect slice. Maybe he’d feed me a bite, and I’d laugh and wipe a crumb from his lip. Instead, Ed gave me a mischievous grin—one I should have recognized as trouble. “Ready, babe?” he asked, his hand covering mine on the knife.“Ready,” I said, smiling up at him.
We made the cut together, and I reached for the server. Suddenly, Ed grabbed the back of my head and shoved my entire face into the cake. The crowd gasped. I heard my mom’s sharp intake of breath, nervous giggles, and chairs scraping as people shifted uncomfortably. My beautiful veil was ruined. Buttercream frosting covered my face, hair, and the bodice of my dress. My carefully done makeup was destroyed. I couldn’t see through the thick layer of cake and frosting. I stood there feeling completely humiliated. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt like I might cry right there in front of everyone. The shame was overwhelming. This was supposed to be our moment, our perfect day, and Ed had turned it into a joke. Worse, he was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
He reached over, swiped a glob of frosting from my cheek, and licked his finger. “Mmm,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Sweet.” That’s when I saw movement in my peripheral vision. Ryan suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up, his jaw tight with anger. His face was darker than I’d ever seen it. What happened next stunned everyone. Ryan strode across the dance floor in a few quick steps. Before Ed could react, my brother grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his face straight into the remaining cake. But Ryan didn’t stop there. He pressed Ed’s face deep into the cake, grinding it in until every inch of his face, hair, and expensive tuxedo was covered in buttercream and crumbs.
I stood frozen, shocked. “This is the worst ‘joke’ you could have come up with,” Ryan said loudly. “You humiliated your new wife in front of her family and friends on one of the most important days of her life.” Ed sputtered, trying to wipe cake from his eyes and mouth. Frosting dripped from his hair onto his ruined tuxedo jacket. But Ryan wasn’t finished. He looked down at Ed with disgust. “Does it feel good now? Having your own face shoved in cake? Because that’s exactly how you made Lily feel.”
Then he turned to me, his expression softening. “Lily,” he said quietly, “think carefully if you really want to spend your life with someone who shows no respect for you or our family.” Ed finally stood up straight, cake still clinging to his suit. His face was red—embarrassed or angry, I couldn’t tell. “You ruined the wedding for your sister,” he muttered, pointing at Ryan. That was it. Without another word, Ed stormed out, leaving a trail of cake crumbs behind him. The heavy doors slammed shut, and he was gone. Ryan immediately came to my side. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He escorted me to the women’s restroom and somehow found hair ties and wet towels. As I scrubbed frosting from my face and hair, he stood guard outside the door. “I won’t ever let anyone treat you like that,” he said quietly when I emerged. “And you know, if Dad were here, he’d have done the same thing.” I looked at Ryan. His knuckles were still clenched, his jaw tight with protective anger. This was my brother, trying to save my wedding day. Trying his best to protect his little sister. “Thank you,” I whispered, meaning it more than I ever had. “You did the right thing, Ryan. Despite everything, you stood up for me when I couldn’t.” But then reality hit. “I still have to decide if this marriage is worth continuing after starting like this.”
The reception went on without the groom. Our family and friends did their best to keep things light, but everyone was talking about what happened. My aunt shook her head and muttered, “In my day, men knew how to treat ladies.” Uncle Joe kept patting Ryan on the back, saying, “Good for you, son.” Ed didn’t come home that night. I sat in our apartment, still in my ruined wedding dress, wondering if my marriage was over before it had truly begun. He finally showed up the next morning, looking wrecked. His eyes were red, and his hair was messy. He was still wearing the same cake-stained tuxedo. “Lily,” he said, dropping to his knees in the living room, “I’m
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