When my best friend Jade asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding, I was overjoyed. We’d been inseparable since childhood, and I couldn’t imagine missing her big day. But just days before the wedding, she shocked me with a request: don’t bring James, my husband — the same man she once helped set me up with and stood beside at our own wedding. Rumors started swirling among the bridal party, and soon I learned Jade had been speaking poorly about James behind my back, claiming he drank too much and might ruin her perfect day. The same James who ran out to get her s’more ingredients at midnight during her own pre-wedding dinner.
Confused and hurt, I confronted Jade, but she brushed it all off as a misunderstanding. Still, the trust was broken. In the end, I attended the wedding alone, stepping out of my bridesmaid role and into the audience — more as a memory than a friend. James, ever supportive, told me to go for the sake of the years we shared with her. The ceremony was beautiful, but it felt like the end of something rather than a celebration. That night, James picked me up, and we had ice cream and waffles like nothing had changed. But everything had. I’m still not sure if what ended that day was the wedding… or our friendship.
