When I handed the check back, her expression hardened as she warned, “If you say anything, I’ll tell everyone you’re jealous and that Tyler chose me.”
That was when I realized this would never end quietly, so instead of exposing her immediately I prepared myself.
I called Dylan Foster, our childhood friend who was working as the DJ and sound engineer for her wedding, and I told him, “I need insurance.”
I sent him every screenshot, call log, and voicemail, including the one where Victoria clearly said, “You need to get rid of it because if Connor finds out it might be Tyler’s, this wedding is over.”
Dylan asked me carefully if I was sure, and I told him that she would decide what happened next based on how she treated me.
The wedding day arrived flawless and bright, and I stood beside her in a lavender bridesmaid dress that hid my small bump while smiling for photos and pretending everything was normal.
Then during the reception she chose to humiliate me publicly, and I realized she had made her decision.
As she finished her speech, I remained seated, calm and still, while across the room Dylan met my eyes and waited for my signal.