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.

“You deserve respect. Never forget that.”

I smiled, feeling the humiliation finally fade.

Then I picked up a clean fork, took a bite of cake, and held it toward Ed.

“Round two?” I said.

This time, he took it carefully.

No jokes.

No smashing.

Just quiet.

Ryan watched from the side, nodding slightly.

And somehow, despite everything, the celebration continued—maybe continue reading …