All My Groomsmen Objected at My Wedding Except One

On the day I was meant to say "I do," three of my groomsmen stood up to object in front of everyone. I thought it was a prank… until they told me to look at her hand. What I saw changed everything — and the one person who stayed silent? That hurt worst of all.

I was standing at the altar, ready to marry the love of my life, when everything went to hell.

Soft violin notes floated through the cathedral and the afternoon sunlight shining through the stained-glass windows scattered jewels of light over the guests.

And there she was. Ellie.

God, she was radiant. The satin dress hugged her curves just right, and that pearl-beaded veil cascaded down her back like something out of a fairy tale.

When she looked at me, I swear I felt my heart stop.

This was it. This was everything I'd dreamed of since I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.

My closest friends stood beside me in their matching gray tuxes.

Tyler, my best man, the first friend I made when I moved to the city ten years back, gave me a small smile. Jake, Nate, and James flanked us, looking sharp as ever.

I felt like the luckiest guy alive standing there, about to marry my soulmate, surrounded by the people who matter most.

It never even crossed my mind that anything might go wrong.

Father McKenna's voice boomed through the cathedral. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."

The priest continued his rehearsed words, and I found myself getting lost in Ellie's eyes. Those green eyes that had captured me three years ago at that coffee shop downtown.

"If anyone objects to this union," Father McKenna's voice rang out, "speak now or forever hold your peace."

The words were still echoing through the cathedral when three of my groomsmen stepped forward.

Jake Nate, and James moved forward as one, like they'd rehearsed this moment. I thought it was a prank at first, but then I noticed Tyler staring at them with wide eyes, as shocked as I was.

"We object."

The words hit the cathedral like a bomb going off.

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. I heard Mom call my name uncertainly, but I didn't even turn to look at her. All I could do was stand there, staring at my friends, none of whom would meet my gaze.

"What… what the hell are you doing?" I spat out, my voice cracking.

Nate stepped closer. His face was stone-cold serious, like he was about to deliver the worst news of my life.

"Buddy, you need to see something." His voice was steady. "Look at her hand. Her ring finger."

What was he talking about? I'd been staring at Ellie's hands for months, admiring how her engagement ring caught the light. I knew every freckle, every line.

"I don't understand." My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I turned to look at Ellie, but she didn't share my confusion. She was looking at Nate like he'd just caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.

Before I could really think about what I was doing, I gently grabbed Ellie's left hand.

She pulled away like I'd burned her, but too late.

I'd already seen the tattoo on the side of her ring finger, almost exactly where her wedding band would sit once she said "I do."

It was small, just two tiny dots and, beneath them, the initials "T. J." in small neat letters.

Those weren't my initials.

And that tattoo hadn't been there a month ago, when we'd returned to the jeweler to try on her wedding band after it was resized.

"What..." I started to say, but James stepped forward, cutting me off.

"Now look at his hand." James's voice was tight with barely contained fury. He was pointing at someone behind me.

I turned slowly, like I was moving through quicksand, and came face-to-face with Tyler.

He was cradling his left hand against his chest as though it was injured, breathing fast, and staring past me (at Ellie?) with a look in his eyes that I couldn't decipher.

I didn't ask permission, or say a word. I just closed in on him and grabbed his hand.

There they were: the same two dots. Only the initials were different. Tyler's tattoo said "E. B."

Ellie's initials.

My legs went weak. I had to grip the altar rail to keep from falling over.

"What is this?" I whispered. The words felt like glass in my throat.

"It's not what it looks like," Ellie said, her voice quavering.

Her perfect makeup was already smudging from tears I hadn't noticed before.

"It was years ago," she continued. "We didn't mean for it to happen. It just... it never really ended, in a way."

Tyler stepped forward then.

"We were in love long ago, man. Before you two met. We thought we could move on, but we couldn't forget each other."

The rage hit me like a freight train. Ellie opened her mouth to speak, but I didn't give her a chance.

"So you both got secret tattoos? On your ring fingers?" I glared at Ellie. "While I was planning to marry you?"

Do you understand what I was feeling right then? The man I'd called my brother and the woman I was about to promise my life to... both carrying marks of their love for each other.

"It never really ended," Ellie had said. Did that mean…

I thought of all the times we'd hung out together with Tyler. Times when they'd disappeared into the kitchen together during barbeques, or fallen behind on weekend hikes.

What had they really been doing every time they conveniently ended up alone together?

Ellie reached for me, panic flooding her face. "David, please. We weren't ever going to act on it. We just wanted to remember—"

"You already did act on it!" I roared, wiping her hand off my chest. "God! You got matching tattoos, Ellie!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Three hundred people holding their breath. No more polite coughing or rustling programs. Even the string quartet had stopped playing.

My parents sat frozen in the front row, their faces cracked with shock and embarrassment. Ellie's family looked like they wanted to disappear into the floor.

I turned to Jake, Nate, and James. The only people in this whole damn cathedral who'd told me the truth.

"How long have you known?"

Jake cleared his throat. "Your bachelor party. When Tyler passed out, we saw his hand. Didn't think much of it until a few days later, when we all hung out by James's pool. Ellie was sitting on the steps, she'd taken her ring off…"

"I noticed the scabs on her finger when I took her a drink, then realized she had a tattoo that matched Tyler's," James added. "I told Nate and Jake… but we didn't know how to tell you."

I looked at Tyler again, this man I'd trusted with everything. "And you were going to stand next to me as my best man and watch me promise my life to the woman you're in love with."

Tyler's mouth opened, but I held up my hand.

I was done hearing explanations. I was done with lies.

It struck me then that every moment Ellie and I had shared over the past three years had been built on a foundation of deception.

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my wedding ring.

But I didn't throw it across the cathedral like you might expect.

I didn't hurl it at Tyler's face or drop it at Ellie's feet, either.

I placed it gently on the altar. Right there where everyone could see it. Where it caught the light and gleamed like a promise that would never be kept.

I looked at Ellie one last time.

She was sobbing now, her makeup running in black streaks down her cheeks.

Part of me wanted to comfort her. Three years of loving someone doesn't just disappear because they break your heart.

But I couldn't. Not when I knew that every time she looked at her hand, she'd been thinking of him.

I turned and walked down that aisle. The same aisle I'd imagined walking down with Ellie as my wife, waving to our families, starting our new life together.

My footsteps echoed through the cathedral like gunshots. Behind me, I heard someone start crying.

Might have been my mother. Might have been Ellie.

I didn't look back.

I jogged down the steps, and then I was running. No destination in mind, except away… away from the lies and the shattered remnants of my life.

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