Revenge Served at the Altar

Summary

On our engagement day, my fiancee, Lucille Perry, had her childhood best friend, Derek Miller, show up with a box of handmade cookies as a gift.

Out of basic courtesy, I picked one up and took a bite.

Derek and a few of his buddies burst out laughing. "This mama's boy can't even recognize his own mother's ashes!"

My stomach churned violently. Shocked and furious, I lunged at him to throw a punch, but Lucille desperately held me back.

Derek looked at me smugly and grinned. "Since you already ate it, why don't you tell everyone how your mom tastes?"