He did. You did.
I kept silent even though we both knew you belonged with me. The special moments the two of us shared were legion, orders of magnitudes more than those paltry few he claimed to cherish.
I put a brave face on, and the other guests mistook my tears for those of joy. You would have seen through my facade of course, but you only had eyes for him now.
After the wedding the goodbyes were painfully bitter-sweet.
“Look at you; my little girl’s all grown up. Your mother would have loved the ceremony. It was beautiful.”