Let The Cheaters Have Each Other

Summary

The roar of the wedding reception suddenly cut to a muffled hum, as if someone had pressed a giant mute button on the world. Right there, in the center of the ballroom, my husband was clinking glasses with his "ex-girlfriend." Amidst the raucous cheers of the crowd, they leaned in, their lips nearly touching as they shared a single maraschino cherry from a cocktail glass, teeth grazing in a way that was far too intimate for a public stage.

The guests’ eyes shifted toward me, sharp as spotlights, waiting for the inevitable explosion—the screaming match, the shattered glass, the drama they…