My husband left me for my cousin during maternity leave—but on their wedding day, everything fell apart in a way no one expected

Hannah to come and rescue me from each conversation.

Eventually she appeared beside me, two glasses of champagne in hand.

“You’re handling this better than I would,” she announced, just loud enough for the people nearby to hear.

I smiled faintly. “I’m not here to handle it. I’m here to witness it.”

She squeezed my hand.

Then came the dances.

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