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.

the air conditioning humming.

Ryan turned to me.

His expression softened immediately.

“Hey,” he said gently.

I finally exhaled.

Ryan took a napkin and carefully wiped frosting from my cheek.

“You okay?”

I nodded weakly.

“Yeah… I think so.”

Ryan glanced back at Ed, still cleaning cake from his tuxedo.

“You get one chance,” he said calmly. “Right now. Apologize continue reading …