They hurled insults like it was a sport.
I pulled out my phone and started dialing the police.
But Micah lunged forward, yanked it from my hand and hung up.
“Riley,” he said in a low voice. “Just… let today happen, okay? After this, you can do whatever the hell you want”
I opened my mouth to argue—but then a voice I recognized cut in.
“Just listen, Riley. Don’t make a scene. It won’t help you.”
I turned around and froze.
It was Micah’s mother.
She used to treat me like her own daughter—always warm, always kind. She once told Micah that if he ever dared mistreat me, she’d be the first to object.
Yet here she was, attending his wedding… to another woman.
She dragged me into the bathroom, locked the door and said, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure you’re treated fairly. Micah didn’t even know you when Lana got pregnant. Technically, it’s not cheating. Let them get married. Then they can get divorced. Better to be with a divorced dad than a man with an illegitimate child, right?”