My groom shoved my face into the wedding cake and called it a “joke”—until my brother stood up and the entire hall fell silent.

smile.

He reached the cake table and stopped beside us.

Silence deepened.

Ryan picked up the silver knife we had used moments earlier.

A wave of tension passed through the room.

Ed’s smile faltered.

“Hey… what are you doing?”

Ryan didn’t answer.

He cut a large slice of cake.

Then he set the knife down.

Slowly, he lifted the slice with his hand.

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