My Sister’s Wedding Toast Cut Deep—Her Groom’s Unexpected Response Made History (3 of 6)

And just when I thought it couldn’t sting more, my mother chimed in:

“She’s been around the block, but at least she still looks decent!”

The laughter sharpened. My stomach turned.

I could’ve endured it—God knows I’ve endured worse. But then I saw Noah’s face. The confusion. The hurt. The silent question: Why are they laughing at you, Mom?

That’s when shame burned into rage.

The Groom’s Mic Drop

Before I could react, a chair scraped back at the head table.

Callum, Vivienne’s new husband, stood. His face was stone.

“Elena,” he said, his voice carrying across the hall. “Don’t leave.”

The room froze.

He picked up the mic. “What I just heard wasn’t love. It wasn’t family. It was cruelty, dressed up as tradition.”

Vivienne’s smile shattered.