I should have known something was wrong when Dylan couldn’t stop watching those viral wedding prank videos. “It’s just fun!” he’d say whenever I cringed at grooms embarrassing their brides. But when he promised he’d never do that to me, I believed him.
Our wedding day was everything I’d dreamed of – until we reached the pool for photos. I’ll never forget the shock of hitting that cold water, my beautiful dress dragging me down while Dylan cheered with his friends. As mascara stung my eyes, I saw the truth: this man cared more about internet fame than my feelings.
My father moved faster than I’d ever seen. With quiet dignity, he fished me out and ended what Dylan had started. “She’s done,” he declared, and in that moment, I was.
The real shock came later when we discovered Dylan had never actually filed our marriage license. His cruel joke had saved me from a legal nightmare. Now when people ask why I walked away from my “perfect” wedding, I tell them: love shouldn’t come with a punchline.
