Our dad didn’t just leave us—he cheated on our mom for years with a woman from work. Dana.
It destroyed everything. My little brother Owen, 12, took it the hardest. He saw our mom fall apart. I’ll never forget him whispering, “Does Dad love her more than us? ”When Dad announced his wedding, he acted like nothing had happened.
“Backyard ceremony! Hope YOU TWO can come!” he said—like he hadn’t torn our family in half.
Owen refused. “I’m not going. Ever.” But then… he changed his mind. Out of nowhere.
“Actually, I’ll go,” he said softly.
That’s when I knew he was planning SOMETHING. He wanted to stand up for our mom—and get even with the two people who wrecked her.
At the wedding, he was calm. Quiet. Focused. Then he offered “to help” by holding Dana’s beautiful white jacket—the one she wore over her gown.
She had no idea it would be THE SECOND WORST DECISION she’d ever made. Because in just a few minutes, the real SHOW began.
The ceremony was small—white folding chairs, fake orchids, that awkward DJ setup with one speaker buzzing slightly. Dana’s sister was filming everything on her phone like it was a red carpet event, even though we were basically standing next to a grill and a cooler full of Diet Sprite.
Owen held Dana’s jacket like it was made of gold thread. His expression didn’t show anything. Not hurt. Not revenge. Just… quiet.
Then, as the minister asked if anyone had “any reason this union shouldn’t go forward,” Owen cleared his throat.Loud.
Heads turned.
Dad’s smile twitched. Dana blinked.
“I just wanted to say something real quick,” Owen said, stepping forward with the poise of someone twenty years older. Dana gave a nervous laugh. “Owen, sweetheart, maybe later—”
But he didn’t stop.
He held up her jacket like it was exhibit A. “I found your phone in here. It kept buzzing. So… I checked it.”
I swear you could feel the oxygen leave the yard.
