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\u00a0The church smelled like lilies and wax, sweet and sharp, almost suffocating. My dress clung too tightly, my hands trembled around the bouquet, but I told myself it was just nerves. I had dreamed of this day since I was a child, twirling around in pillowcase veils, whispering names of boys I thought I\u2019d marry. And now, here I was, standing at the altar, every eye on me. But the groom\u2014my groom\u2014wasn\u2019t looking at me. He was looking at her. My cousin, Ava.<\/span><\/p>\n

I noticed it in the way his smile faltered when I appeared. He held my hands too loosely, as though afraid they might burn him. My heart pounded louder than the priest\u2019s words. When it came time for vows, he opened his mouth, then closed it again. His Adam\u2019s apple bobbed. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he whispered. The microphone caught it, magnified it, sent it echoing through the cathedral like a curse. \u201cI can\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Gasps erupted. My mother\u2019s hands flew to her face, mascara smudging. My father stood, rage boiling in his eyes. \u201cWhat the hell are you saying?\u201d he barked. But I barely heard him. All I could see was my fianc\u00e9\u2014my almost-husband\u2014dropping my hands like they were nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Leah,\u201d he said, voice shaking. \u201cI thought I could. I tried. But I can\u2019t marry you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My throat closed. \u201cWhy?\u201d It scraped out of me, raw, begging.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer me. He turned. Slowly. Purposefully. Toward Ava, who sat in the second pew, wearing blush pink silk and wide eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered, horror flooding my veins. \u201cNo. Not her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But then he said it. Out loud. \u201cI love Ava.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

The church exploded. Voices overlapped\u2014shouts, cries, the sound of someone\u2019s chair clattering to the floor. My aunt grabbed Ava\u2019s arm, hissing something I couldn\u2019t hear. Ava\u2019s face burned red, but she didn\u2019t pull away. She stood. She actually stood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEthan,\u201d she breathed, her voice trembling but her body steady. \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But he reached for her hand, right there at the altar, in front of everyone. In front of me.<\/span><\/p>\n

My knees buckled, and if Lena, my maid of honor, hadn\u2019t grabbed my arm, I would have collapsed. The lilies suddenly smelled like rot. The candles flickered, cruel and mocking. My bouquet slipped from my grip and hit the marble floor with a dull thud.<\/span><\/p>\n

My father roared, \u201cYou shame her like this? In front of God?\u201d But my mother just whispered, over and over, \u201cNot Ava. Anyone but Ava.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ava\u2019s hand trembled in his, but she didn\u2019t let go. \u201cI didn\u2019t want this to happen like this,\u201d she said, her voice breaking. \u201cLeah, I swear\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I spat, tears blurring everything. My own cousin. My blood. She had braided my hair when we were little girls, whispered secrets under summer skies, promised we\u2019d never hurt each other. And now here she was, standing at my wedding altar with the man I was supposed to marry.<\/span><\/p>\n

The priest stood frozen, pale as the candles. Guests whispered like vultures circling. And me? I laughed. A jagged, broken laugh that silenced even my father. \u201cTake him,\u201d I said, my voice sharp enough to slice. \u201cTake him, Ava. But remember\u2014trash is still trash, no matter who carries it out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I ripped off my veil, the pins scratching my scalp, and hurled it to the floor. Gasps followed me as I stormed down the aisle, satin skirts dragging like chains. Outside, the sunlight hit me like fire, the air cool against my wet face. I didn\u2019t care where I was going. I just knew I had to get away before I shattered completely.<\/span><\/p>\n

That night, in my parents\u2019 kitchen, I sat barefoot on the cold tile, mascara streaked like war paint. My phone buzzed with messages\u2014apologies, gossip, pity. Ava had left with him. Together. That was all anyone could talk about.<\/span><\/p>\n

But in the quiet, when the house finally stilled, I realized something. He didn\u2019t leave me <\/span>for<\/span><\/i> her. He left me because he was too weak to be mine. And if she wanted to inherit that weakness, so be it.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lost a groom and a cousin that day, but I found something else: the kind of anger that burns hot enough to forge strength. One day, when their love story collapses under the weight of betrayal it was built on, I\u2019ll still be standing. Stronger. Unbreakable.<\/span><\/p>\n

Final Thought<\/b>
\n<\/b> Sometimes betrayal doesn\u2019t come from strangers but from the ones who share your blood. And sometimes losing both of them is the only way to save yourself.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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