PART 3
The church stood completely motionless.
Three hundred faces turned toward Mallory in shock. Paige opened her eyes, confused. The priest slowly closed his holy book. Jaime tried to take her arm.
“Mallory, what are you doing?” Jaime asked.
She stepped aside quickly.
“I’m going to stop everyone from celebrating a massive lie.”
Evelyn stood up from the front row.
“Daughter, you’re nervous. Can we go outside for a moment?”
“Sit down, Mom. This part is for you too.”
Mallory’s cold tone made Evelyn obey immediately.
Mallory turned towards the shocked guests.
“Thank you for coming. I know many of you traveled, took time off work, and prepared to be with us. You believed you were going to witness a promise of love and fidelity. I believed that too, until last night.”
She took out the folded leaves hidden in the bouquet.
“Last night I found my mother’s diary.”
Jaime lost his color instantly.
“Don’t do this,” he whispered.
“Here is described, with dates and details, the relationship that my fiancé has maintained for months with Evelyn, my own mother.”
The murmurs erupted loudly. Some guests stood up and pulled out their phones. Evelyn put her trembling hands to her mouth.
“That’s not what it looks like,” Jaime said.
Mallory read out loud.
“March 15th. Jaime kissed me while Mallory went to the bathroom.”
Then she lifted another sheet.
“March 22. She called to talk about the flowers while he was with me.”
“Enough!” Evelyn shouted.
“Not yet.”
Mallory’s voice echoed powerfully throughout the parish.
“April 12th. We made love. Jaime says that Mallory doesn’t understand it the way I do.”
A collective groan echoed through the pews. Jaime’s parents looked at their son with deep shame and anger.
Jaime stepped forward to snatch the leaves from her hands.
“You’re destroying everything.”
Mallory stepped back easily.
“No. I’m just showing what you destroyed.”
The priest asked for calm, but no one listened to him anymore.
Mallory continued reading.
“May 3rd. Jaime says he wants to cancel the wedding to be with me.”
Evelyn stood up suddenly, glaring at Jaime.
“You did tell me that! You swore you loved me.”
Jaime looked at her in horror.
“Evelyn, shut up.”
“Now you want me to be quiet? Last night you didn’t want me to be quiet.”
The guests reacted with muffled screams. Mallory felt a sharp pang in her chest, but also a strange sense of justice. She no longer had to prove anything to anyone. They were beginning to tear themselves apart.
“It was a mistake,” Jaime said, turning to Mallory. “I love you. What your mother said meant absolutely nothing.”
Evelyn slapped him hard across the face.
“You told me she was boring, that you felt alive with me!”
“You sought me out,” he replied angrily. “You started it all.”
“And you came back every single time.”
Mallory watched them destroy themselves in front of the altar.
Then she read the last entry.
“May 18th. Tonight will be the last time. After the wedding, we will try to make Mallory happy.”
She folded the sheet slowly.
“While I was having dinner with my friends, you two were together. And yet you were planning to let me get married today, take me on a honeymoon, and start a life built on your disgusting secret.”
Jaime knelt down on the floor.
“Forgive me. We can go to therapy. We can cancel everything and start over.”
“There is no us,” Mallory replied. “And there is no therapy that can turn this betrayal into love.”
Evelyn got off the first bench, crying bitterly.
“I am your mother. I committed an unforgivable act, but I love you.”
“You didn’t make a mistake just once. You chose to betray me for months. You helped me try on the dress and then slept with him. You organized the gift registry while dreaming of keeping my husband. You didn’t want to confess. You just didn’t want to get caught.”
Evelyn collapsed back on a bench.
Mallory looked at everyone in the room.
“I don’t want anyone’s pity. I want them to understand something clearly. Family isn’t a license to destroy you and then demand forgiveness. Love that needs lies to survive isn’t love. It’s just pure selfishness.”
She gave the copies to the priest and Paige.
“The ceremony is over.”
She turned around and walked down the aisle amid Evelyn’s sobs, Jaime’s desperate pleas, and the loud murmur of the guests.
When she stepped outside, the hot sun beat down on her face. She was still wearing the white dress, but she was no longer a bride. She was a woman who had just successfully reclaimed her life.
Paige ran quickly after her.
“Where are we going?”
“To the hotel. I’ll gather my things and leave.”
“Where to?”
“I still don’t know. I only know that it’s not here anymore.”
The wedding coordinator left the building in a hurry.
“What do we do about the reception? There’s enough food for three hundred people.”
Mallory took a deep breath.
“Donate it to a local homeless shelter. Let something worthwhile come out of this absolute disaster.”
Jaime appeared on the stone stairs.
“Mallory, wait!”
