I turned to my mother, who was standing there with tears of embarrassment streaming down her face.
“And to my parents,” I said, looking her dead in the eye, “you told me my sister deserved happiness, even if it came at the cost of my life and my children’s stability. Well, look at her happiness now. I hope it was worth losing your daughter and your grandchildren.”
My father opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The room was deathly quiet.
I took the journal from my daughter’s hand, placed it gently on the small table next to the wedding cake, and looked at my ex-husband one last time.
“The divorce papers are finalized next week,” I said quietly. “From now on, the only communication between us will be through our lawyers regarding custody. Do not call me. Do not come to my house.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned my back on them. I took my daughter’s hand, and together, we walked back down the aisle.
