“Let’s go,” I told Adrian, “There is no wedding here. Just the endless drama, the ego and selfishness Adam has tends to drag everywhere.”
Adrian nodded, taking that moment to kiss my cheek. We walked away as Adam was still asking his bride to forgive him, that he meant no harm.
Only a delusional man like him could say that after causing harm on a day that should be about their happiest.
Only when we were out of immediate earshot did I hiss, “How do you know Adam and his bride?”
“Her name is Elise,” he said quietly. “We were together for four years and engaged for eight months. Then she started pulling away. She would go on work trips over the weekend, say she was busy, and hide things from me.”
I nodded because that was the same behavior change I saw in Adam when he was cheating on me.
“I later found out she’d been sleeping with a married man after finding their messages on her laptop. She was not even sorry,” Adrian sighed.
I recalled the feeling of finding out, and how painful it was for Adam not to choose me.
Adrian continued, “She bragged that the man was leaving an unhappy marriage and that once the divorce was final, they would get married. I ended things and moved out. I never knew the man’s name.”
