My 7-Year-Old Pointed at My Groom and Said, ‘I Don’t Want a New Dad’—Then I Saw It (3 of 4)

“Your mom wears pale pink,” I replied, my voice steady but cold.

He fell silent.

I left him and found my sister. Minutes later, she was at the microphone, cheerfully announcing a “fun game.”

“Who here is wearing wine-colored lipstick?”

The room went still. Then my college roommate, Jenna, stood.

I walked to the center of the dance floor. “No prize for you,” I said into the mic. “But maybe you’d like to tell everyone why you kissed my husband.”

She stammered, then fled the room.

I took Lily’s hand and left my own reception.

That night, I ignored Daniel’s calls. Later, Jenna confessed—she’d loved him for years and kissed him after the ceremony. He’d pulled away.

Daniel’s text the next morning was short: “I’m sorry. No excuses.”

I didn’t annul the marriage, but I cut Jenna from my life without hesitation.