“That’s hilarious!” he said, replaying the clip. “Can you imagine doing that at our wedding?”
I didn’t laugh.
“I’m serious, Daniel. If you ever do that to me, I’ll walk.”
He looked at me, still smiling, as though I had just made an amusing observation.
“Relax. I’d never do that to you.”
“I’m not joking.”
He put his phone down and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
“Baby, I know. I’d never ruin your wedding dress or embarrass you like that. I love you too much.”
I wanted to believe him. After all, we had been together for three years. We had planned our future, talked about having children, discussed where we wanted to live, and promised to support each other through difficult times.
I believed I knew his character.
I believed that when the moment came, he would protect my feelings rather than turn them into entertainment.
I was wrong.
