At our wedding, I watched my husband raise his glass and smile as if the entire room belonged to him. “This dance,” he declared, “is for the woman I’ve loved for ten years.” My chest swelled—until he walked straight past me… and stopped in front of my sister. The guests burst into applause, treating it like romance. I tasted blood where I’d bitten my lip, then spoke a single sentence into the microphone. His color drained. His knees gave way. And the music never stopped. The music was so loud…
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