On the day of my wedding, everything felt perfect—until the priest asked if anyone objected. Three of my groomsmen—Jake, Nate, and James—stepped forward and said, “We object.” I thought it was a prank, but then they told me to look at my fiancée Ellie’s hand.
There, hidden under where her wedding band would go, was a fresh tattoo: “T.J.” They weren’t my initials. Then they pointed at Tyler—my best man. On his finger was a matching tattoo: “E.B.” Ellie’s initials.
The truth unraveled fast. Tyler and Ellie had been in love before I met her, and clearly, their feelings never really ended. My friends found out recently but weren’t sure how to tell me—until now.
Betrayed by the woman I loved and the man I trusted most, I placed my wedding ring on the altar and walked away. No drama, no shouting—just the painful truth and the decision to leave behind the lies.
