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I\u2019ve never been the kind of person to hold a grudge.<\/p>\n
But I will never forgive Claire for what she did to me.<\/p>\n
When my brother, Liam, got engaged, I was happy for him. Claire had always been\u2026 difficult. Every conversation with her felt like a game I didn\u2019t know I was playing. Still, Liam adored her, and that was enough for me.<\/p>\n
So when she asked me to help plan their wedding, I agreed. Not for her. For my brother.<\/p>\n
I designed the invitations, booked the vendors, and coordinated the venue. I even paid for the catering and spent weeks baking the perfect wedding cake. Every detail, every choice\u2014I poured myself into their day.<\/p>\n
And I had no idea what Claire had planned behind my back.<\/p>\n
The cake had to be perfect. I stared at the sketches in front of me, my pencil hovering over the page. Vanilla? Too boring. Red velvet? Claire hated it.<\/p>\n
My fingers twitched as I scribbled down the only choice that felt right.<\/p>\n
Chocolate-peanut butter.<\/p>\n
It was Liam\u2019s favorite.<\/p>\n
As kids, we used to sit on the kitchen floor, licking chocolate frosting off the beaters while Mom made chocolate-peanut butter cupcakes for every big event\u2014birthdays, soccer games, even the time he got a participation trophy in third grade.<\/p>\n
\u201cBest flavor in the world,\u201d he used to say, licking frosting off his fingers.<\/p>\n
Claire would probably want something fancy and overpriced, something trendy with sugared roses. But I wanted Liam to taste something familiar. Something that felt like home.<\/p>\n
I pressed my pen into the paper, finalizing the choice. Then I exhaled, stretching my fingers, reminding myself why I was doing this.<\/p>\n
Not for Claire. For Liam.<\/p>\n
The morning of the wedding, I stood in the venue\u2019s kitchen, carefully piping the final details onto the cake. Laughter spilled in from the grand hall as guests arrived, filling the space with energy.<\/p>\n
Then, my mom stormed in, her face pale with anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart,\u201d she hesitated, gripping the counter. \u201cYou\u2019re not on the guest list.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a small laugh. \u201cWhat? That\u2019s ridiculous. I\u2019m literally holding their wedding cake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom didn\u2019t smile. \u201cClaire\u2019s mother is checking the list. She says you\u2019re not invited. And she won\u2019t let you in.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped. \u201cDid she say why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom clenched her jaw. \u201cShe refuses to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ringing filled my ears. I had spent months helping Claire plan this wedding. And she didn\u2019t even have the decency to tell me herself?<\/p>\n
Mom was already marching off to find Liam. I wiped my hands clean, pulled off my apron, and walked out the side exit.<\/p>\n
I had never felt so betrayed.<\/p>\n
Mom caught Liam just before the ceremony. He was adjusting his tie, smiling, completely unaware.<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cDo you know that Claire didn\u2019t invite your sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam froze. His smile vanished. \u201cWait. What? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe won\u2019t say. But she\u2019s making sure Dahlia isn\u2019t allowed inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s face darkened. Without hesitation, he turned and stormed toward Claire.<\/p>\n
She was with her bridesmaids, basking in compliments, glowing in her lace-covered gown.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire,\u201d Liam said, his voice like ice. \u201cDid you seriously not invite my sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
She barely looked up. \u201cUgh, babe. Not now. Can we not do this on our wedding day?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. \u201cLook, she helped us. So what? That was her gift to us. And honestly, it\u2019s her job, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam stared at her in disbelief. \u201cShe paid for the food, Claire. She spent days baking the cake. And you just\u2014what? Pretended she didn\u2019t exist?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire let out an exasperated huff. \u201cFine. You wanna know the reason? I didn\u2019t want divorced people at our wedding. It\u2019s bad energy, especially for the bride! I don\u2019t want that kind of luck in our marriage!\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s jaw clenched. \u201cSo you excluded my sister because she got a divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean\u2026 come on. It\u2019s not my fault she couldn\u2019t make it work. Why bring that kind of vibe to our day?\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s hands fisted at his sides, his entire body rigid with anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarriages don\u2019t fail because of \u2018bad vibes,\u2019 Claire. They fail because of selfish, cruel behavior. Like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s smug expression faltered. \u201cLiam, don\u2019t be dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam wasn\u2019t listening anymore. He turned on his heel and walked straight to the catering table.<\/p>\n
Gasps filled the room as he grabbed the wedding cake. No one dared stop him.<\/p>\n
I was already home, curled up on the couch in stunned silence, when the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
I opened it to find Liam standing there, still in his suit, holding the wedding cake. His face was a mix of exhaustion and something heavier.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry you wasted your time and money on that wedding,\u201d he said, his voice rough. \u201cI\u2019ll make her compensate you. But more than that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled, shaking his head. \u201cThank you. Because without you, I might never have seen Claire for who she really is.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened. Liam had always been my big brother. The one who looked out for me. And today, when it really mattered\u2026 he chose me.<\/p>\n
I stepped aside, and he walked in, setting the cake down on my coffee table.<\/p>\n
For a long moment, we just stared at it.<\/p>\n
Then Liam let out a breathless laugh. \u201cYou know, I haven\u2019t eaten all day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed two forks. \u201cThen let\u2019s fix that.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat on the floor, still in formal clothes, digging straight into the wedding cake like a couple of sugar-starved kids.<\/p>\n
Liam took one bite, then froze. His eyes flicked to mine, a soft, almost broken sound escaping his throat. \u201cChocolate-peanut butter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at his fork, shaking his head. \u201cYou made this for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, I did, Liam.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam pressed his lips together, nodding slowly. He took another bite, chewing carefully, like he was tasting more than just cake.<\/p>\n
Like he was remembering home.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know,\u201d he exhaled, \u201cif this was the wedding cake, I guess that means I got the best part of today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked. He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI walked away from someone who didn\u2019t respect me. From a future that would have been miserable.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me then, voice quiet but sure.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I still have you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Days later, I was in my office, working on a new cake design when there was a knock at the door. I sighed, already tired. \u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
The door creaked open.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
She looked\u2026 different. Not polished. Not smug. Just pale, uneasy, carrying the kind of sadness that weighed down her shoulders.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t stand. I didn\u2019t offer her a seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lost?\u201d I raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n
She flinched. \u201cLiam won\u2019t talk to me. I ruined everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed. \u201cI know I don\u2019t deserve your forgiveness. But I wanted to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d My voice was flat. \u201cYou don\u2019t get to want anything from me, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated. Then nodded and turned to go.<\/p>\n
She paused, hand on the handle.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
And a moment later, she was gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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