I thought I had designed the perfect wedding—one that nothing could possibly disrupt. After years of effort, sacrifice, and careful planning, I truly believed the joy of that day was untouchable. I was wrong. One selfish decision by someone closest to me turned what should have been pure celebration into an unforgettable confrontation.
I didn’t prepare for my wedding casually. This wasn’t about flipping through magazines when I had spare time or pinning inspiration photos online. This was full-scale planning—the kind that quietly takes over your life.
Many nights ended with spreadsheets glowing on my laptop while my fiancé, Mark, sat across from me, rubbing his temples and asking, “If we shift this cost here, does it still balance?”
