Six years of love and planning had led to this moment—the day I would marry the love of my life, Ethan. I had carefully planned every detail: the dress, the hairstyle, and the perfect setting. Everything was going according to plan, and nothing could r:u:in it. Or so I thought.

Just as I was about to walk down the aisle, there was a sudden knock at the door. Confused, I opened it to find Ethan’s brother, Lucas, standing there.

“What are you—” I started, but before I could finish, Lucas splashed a cold, sticky liquid all over me.

The liquid soaked into my dress, my hair, and my skin.

With a smirk, he simply said, “You know you deserve it,” and walked away without another word.

My bridesmaids ru$hed around me, frantic. One of them gasped, her voice filled with sh0ck.
“Emma… you’re completely green!”

—

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror as my heart sank. My beautiful white gown, the one I had dreamed of since I was a teenager, now had deep green stains spreading like ivy over lace. My skin looked like I’d bathed in food dye. I looked like something out of a cartoon.

I stood frozen, shocked. Not just at the act itself, but at the words Lucas had said: “You know you deserve it.”

Deserve what? What had I done to him?

My maid of honor, Tanya, was already pulling out tissues and dabbing at my arms, but the green wasn’t coming off.

“I don’t get it,” she muttered. “Why would Lucas do something like this? What’s going on?”

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was blink back the tears. I wanted to scream, to run, to call off the whole thing. But most of all, I wanted answers.

And right then, there was only one person who might have them: Ethan.

—

Ethan was standing at the front of the aisle, nervously adjusting his tie, when the wedding planner whispered something in his ear. His face paled. He rushed out of the ceremony area and found me in the back hallway, wrapped in a robe, with green stains still covering my face and chest.

“Emma, what happened?” he gasped.

“Your brother happened,” I said, trying to hold back tears. “He threw something on me. I don’t know what it was. But he said I ‘deserved it.’ Do you know anything about this?”

Ethan looked stunned. “No. No, of course not! That’s insane! Why would he do something like that?”

“You tell me!” I snapped. “He’s your brother!”

He sat down heavily on a nearby bench and ran his hands through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense. He’s been… tense, but I thought he was just nervous about the speech or something. Not this. Not—hurting you.”

I sat beside him, silence thick between us. Finally, I asked, “Did something happen between us, Ethan? Something that would make Lucas hate me?”

Ethan hesitated. “Not that I know of. But… okay, maybe there’s something. Back when we started dating—years ago—I remember Lucas saying he was interested in you. But it was more like a joke. He never even asked you out. He just made a comment, and then I told him I was going to ask you out. He backed off.”

I blinked. “That was six years ago.”

“I know,” Ethan said. “That’s why I thought it was nothing.”

Apparently, Lucas didn’t feel the same.

—

The ceremony was delayed. Guests murmured and checked their phones. I sent Tanya out to explain there’d been a “minor dress emergency.”

In the meantime, I scrubbed. I showered. We tried makeup. We even called a local salon to see if they had any quick solutions. Eventually, with the help of a clever makeup artist and a second backup dress (thank God Tanya insisted I bring one), I looked… okay. Not how I had imagined, but decent.

Ethan looked at me like I was still the most beautiful bride in the world.

We went through with the ceremony.

People smiled and clapped.

But something inside me was still shaking.

—

At the reception, Lucas showed up. That smug look was still on his face. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

I walked right up to him.

“You owe me an explanation.”

He just shrugged. “I did you a favor. I figured if I ruined the day, maybe you’d stop pretending you’re perfect. You’re not.”

I stared at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

He leaned in. “You don’t even remember, do you? High school. Senior year. I was at that party. You humiliated me.”

It hit me like a truck. A memory I hadn’t thought of in years.

A party. I had just broken up with a toxic boyfriend. Lucas—awkward and kind of tipsy—had tried to kiss me. I had pushed him away. Hard. And said something I regretted even at the time. Something like, “What makes you think I’d ever be interested in you?”

I never thought he cared. He had laughed it off. I assumed it was forgotten.

But clearly, it hadn’t been.

“That was ten years ago,” I said softly.

“Well,” he said, “it stuck.”

I stood there, stunned.

Then I said, “Lucas, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t expect that. His face changed. His eyes darted. “What?”

“I was mean to you. And I shouldn’t have been. I was dealing with my own stuff, but that doesn’t excuse how I treated you. I’m truly sorry.”

He looked at me for a long time.

Then, quietly, he muttered, “Too late.”

—

That night, after all the guests left and Ethan and I were finally alone, we sat on the floor of our hotel suite, still half in our wedding clothes, surrounded by leftover cake and champagne glasses.

“That wasn’t the day we expected,” he said.

“No,” I agreed. “But maybe it was the day we needed.”

He looked at me, puzzled.

“I mean, think about it,” I said. “We learned a lot today. About each other. About forgiveness. About not holding onto bitterness.”

He smiled. “You’re not mad?”

“I was,” I said. “But then I realized… holding onto it would just make me like Lucas. And I don’t want to be the person who ruins someone else’s day out of spite. I want to start this marriage with peace. Not poison.”

He reached over and squeezed my hand. “That’s why I married you.”

—

The lesson?
We all carry things from the past—hurts, regrets, broken moments. But letting them fester doesn’t bring healing. It just spreads the pain to others. Real strength is found in humility, in forgiveness, and in choosing peace—even when you’re the one wronged.

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