My husband shoved my face into our wedding cake—and nearly 200 guests exploded with laughter.
Derek held me against the frosting and whispered, “Smile, Claire. Don’t make this awkward.”
I slowly lifted my head, my makeup ruined and my cheek throbbing.
Everyone thought it was a stupid wedding prank.
But I knew better.
It wasn’t a joke. It was a warning.
Across the ballroom, Derek’s mother, Patricia, was laughing like she had been waiting all night to see me humiliated.
I looked at her.
Then at Derek.
Then I reached into the hidden pocket of my wedding dress.
Derek’s smile vanished when he saw my phone.
“Claire…”
I unlocked the screen.
He stepped toward me.
“Don’t.”
I pressed one button.
The music stopped.
The laughter died.
Nearly 200 people turned toward the ballroom doors.
They slowly opened.
And when Derek saw who walked through them, the color drained completely from his face.
