He Let Them Humiliate Me at Our Wedding,So I Flew In My Private Jet

Sean Dickerson and I went back to his hometown for the wedding.

The ceremony hadn't even started when his so-called gal pal Rebecca Pruitt came sauntering over with a plate of cake, grinning ear to ear, and smashed it straight into my face.

A glass of red wine followed, poured right over my head. My wedding dress was soaked through with something sticky and foul.

I shoved her away, barely keeping my anger in check. "There's a time and place for jokes, and this isn't it!"

Rebecca staggered back with exaggerated flair, dropping to the ground.