End of a Decade's Dream
My husband, Dominic Moore, insists on having his first love, Irene Cobb, at our wedding ceremony.
Just when it's time for the bride to enter the hall, he suddenly asks for the ceremony to be paused for three minutes. Then, he gets off stage and pulls Irene, dressed in a white gown, out of the crowd.
Right in front of all the guests, he takes her by the hand and walks her down the aisle, saying, "I promised Irene I'd walk her down the aisle someday."
The tearful Irene throws herself into Dominic's arms before saying to my in-laws, "Mom, Dad. Although I won't get to be your daughter-in-law, I still want to address you as Mom and Dad just once."
She turns back to Dominic and kisses him passionately.
The guests exclaim in shock and whisper among themselves, eager to revel in my humiliation.
However, I simply open the doors with a smile. I take off my veil and place it on Irene's head.
"Why do you say you won't get to be their daughter-in-law? Since you like this cheating scumbag so much, I'll give him to you."