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My gut burned as he feigned innocence and I said, “How would I know that? Isn’t Becca the name of the girl who texted you in the middle of the night, and you said it was a wrong number?”
“Itwasa wrong number,” he said with wild eyes. “This guy is obviously trying to ruin our day, and you’re letting him, Soph.”
“Then give me your phone,” I said calmly, and Pastor Pete pulled at his collar.
“What?” Stuart’s flushed face twisted, and he glanced at the congregation as though looking for backup.
“If you have nothing to hide,” the objector said, still standingand talking in that deep, steady voice like this whole scenario was completely normal. “Just give her the phone, Stuart.”
“That’s it, fucker!” Stuart yelled, rushing toward the guy. All hell broke loose as his groomsmen followed, though it was unclear if they were trying to hold him back or incite the forthcoming brawl.
It was a cacophony of male yelling and gray tuxedos in motion.
His mother yelled, “Stuart, no!”
Just as Stuart punched the objector square in the face.
“Oh, my God,” I said to no one in particular, watching in disbelief as the objector took the punch without his body moving, as if he hadn’t even felt it.
Stuart’s father looked right at me as he loudly muttered, “Jesus Christ.”
And Pastor Pete apparently forgot that his lapel mic was on, because he sighed and said, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
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“To dodging the Stuart bullet,” Asha said, holding up her shot glass.
“To dodging Stuart,” I repeated, tossing back the Cuervo.
It burned going down—man, I hate tequila—but I welcomed its effects. My head was spinning from the wedding collapse, and I desperately wished for impairment of any sort. It’d been four hours since the ceremony brawl and an hour since Stuart had removed his things from the honeymoon suite, yet I still felt like everything had just happened.
“Woo!” Asha shouted, slamming her glass down on the bar.
Yes, she is one shot ahead of me and way more relaxed.
The honeymoon suite had a fully stocked bar between the two balcony doors, and we’d been bellied up to it since the moment Stuart had left.
“I still cannot believe how perfectly it went down,” she said, giving her head a shake. “I mean, technically it’s exactly what we paid for, but the dude made everyone at the ceremonyhaaaateCheating Stuart and totally sympathize with you.”
Cheating Stuart.I appreciated her villainizing him—that’s what friends did, after all—but I was still devastated by Stu’s infidelity. Yes, he’d cheated in the past, so I hadn’t been completely blindsided, but I’d wholeheartedly believed that it was a onetime mistake and I’d chugged the Kool-Aid of happily-ever-after like a damn fool.
Until I saw his phone two nights ago.
“I’m justsorelieved the blame for the canceled wedding falls solely on Stuart instead of me and my parents,” I said, leaning forward on my stool to grab a Twinkie off the bar.
Until Asha found her unorthodox solution, I’d been resigned to marrying Stuart and seeking an annulment after the fact. I knew it was totally bonkers to go through with the wedding, but it was the only way to ensure my father didn’t pay the price for my failed relationship.
I unwrapped the snack and shook my head, still in awe.
“I can’t believe the plan actually worked,” Asha agreed, reaching around the box of Twinkies to grab more tequila. “Thank God for The Objector.”
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I knocked onthe hotel room door and waited.
This was my least favorite part.
