Just then, General Hale entered the sanctuary in full dress uniform. He walked straight to me, ignored my family entirely, and offered his arm.
“It would be my honor to escort you the rest of the way,” he said.
I accepted.
Before moving forward, I turned to my family one final time.
“You no longer have a place in my life,” I said quietly.
Then I walked away.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Ethan and I exchanged vows, surrounded by people who genuinely loved us. When the priest pronounced us husband and wife, the church erupted in applause.
By then, my parents and brother had already slipped out the side door.
They couldn’t bear watching me succeed.
Three years have passed since that day.
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