I thought I knew my best friend. We’d been through it all together. So when he invited me to his wedding, I wasn’t expecting to find out that my girlfriend—the woman I’ve been with for three years—wasn’t welcome. And the reason? It was far worse than I could have imagined.
I still remember the exact moment I saw the invitation.
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I was sitting on the couch with Emily, my girlfriend of three years, when I opened the envelope. Jake, my best friend since middle school, was getting married, and we’d been waiting months for this invitation.
“Finally!” Emily smiled, leaning over to look. “What’s the date?”
I scanned the details—the location, the time, the dress code. But something made my stomach churn.
My name was the only one on it.
There’s no plus-one, no “& Emily.” Just me.
I frowned. “That’s… weird.”
Emily laughed. “Did he forget to put my name? Maybe Clare took care of the invitations?”
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That’s what I thought too. There was no way it was intentional. Emily wasn’t just my girlfriend, she was part of our group. We’d spent years celebrating birthdays, holidays, and vacations together. She’d helped Jake pick out Clare’s engagement ring. She’d even helped plan his damn bachelor party.
I grabbed my phone and sent Jake a quick message. Hey, man, I think there’s a mistake in my invitation. Emily’s name isn’t on it.
The input bubble appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.
Finally, an answer:
“This isn’t a mistake. We need to talk.”
My heart started racing.
Couple sitting on a sofa looking at a wedding invitation card | Source: Midjourney
Confused, I met with the other groomsmen that evening. I took one aside and whispered , “What’s going on?”
His face went pale. He looked around before leaning towards me.
“Wait… they didn’t tell you anything?!”
A shiver ran down my spine.
Tell me what?
I didn’t wait. I stormed out, my mind racing. Jake. My best friend. The guy I’d known for over ten years. The guy who was practically my family.
And that’s how he treated me?
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I found him by the bar, laughing with Clare and a few bridesmaids, drinks in hand, looking like he didn’t care. My chest burned.
“Jake,” I said, my voice tight. “We need to talk.”
Her smile faltered. “Now?”
“Yes. Right away.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the group.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked. “Why do all the groomsmen have a plus-one except me? Why wasn’t Emily invited ?”
Jake exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t want to meet my gaze.
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Before he could say a word, Clare approached, arms crossed, lips curled into a smirk. “Because,” she said coldly, “Lisa would lose her mind, that’s why.”
I blinked. “Lisa?”
Jake flinched. “Buddy…”
Clare interrupted him with a dramatic sigh. “Lisa’s been obsessed with you since the engagement party. She thinks you two are, like, meant for each other or something.”
She waved her hand off as if it were a minor inconvenience. “She’s been having a really hard time lately, and honestly? We didn’t want any drama at the wedding.”
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I felt bad. “Wait, let me summarize. You purposely didn’t invite my girlfriend … so one of the bridesmaids would be happy?”
“She’s really jealous,” Clare said, as if that justified the madness.
I let out a high-pitched, humorless laugh. “So your brilliant solution was to exclude Emily? The woman I’ve been with for THREE YEARS?”
Jake finally found his voice, looking miserable. “Listen, man… it’s just for one night. Lisa’s going through a rough time, and we thought if you came alone, it would make things easier.”
Would simplify things.
A disappointed man talking to his best friend | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him, my blood boiling. “Can you even hear yourself right now?”
Jake sighed. “It’s nothing personal, man…”
I took another step closer. “Not personal? You think Emily will see it that way? You think I see it that way?”
Clare scoffed. “Oh, come on. You know Lisa is fragile. We’re just trying to be considerate.”
“Considerate?” My voice rose. “You’re considerate of Lisa, but you couldn’t care less how it affects Emily? Or me?”
Clare rolled her eyes, but Jake looked genuinely torn. “I know it’s not ideal, but…”
“No,” I snapped. “That’s not just ‘not ideal.’ It’s disrespectful. It’s insulting.”
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I shook my head, took a step back, disgust twisting my stomach.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered.
They wanted me to pretend to be a boyfriend for a day because a jealous bridesmaid had a crush on me. I had a hard time digesting this audacity.
Clare, completely unconcerned, rolled her eyes. “It’s okay. You could have told Emily to stay home and not make a fuss.”
My blood began to boil. My hands curled into fists at my sides. These people weren’t just inconsiderate. They were crazy .
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“Let me get this straight,” I said, forcing my voice to remain calm. “You expect me to show up, pretend to be single, and play along with some delusional fantasy to keep Lisa happy?”
Jake still wouldn’t meet my gaze.
Clare crossed her arms. “You act like you’re being asked to cheat on your girlfriend. It’s only one night. Can’t you just get over it?”
Something inside me snapped.
“No,” I said, taking a step back. “Actually, I can’t.”
Jake looked up. “Wait, man…”
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I raised my hand. “I’m out. Not just for marriage. I’m done with this friendship.”
Clare’s mouth fell open. “Are you serious?!”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, I’m completely serious, because unlike you, I respect my relationship.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely panicked now. “Come on, man. It’s only one night.”
“Yeah.” I met his gaze, his voice cold. “And it’s one night too many.”
I turned on my heel and walked away. Not just from the wedding, but from them.
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As soon as I got home, I told Emily everything .
She listened to me silently, her expression unreadable. When I finally finished, she exhaled sharply and shook her head. “Wow.”
“Is that all you have to say?” I asked.
She looked up at me, her eyes blazing. “No, actually, I still have a lot to say. But I’m trying to figure out whether to be angry or just laugh at this pathetic situation.”
I let out a dry chuckle. “Take your time. I went through the same process.”
Emily shook her head again, rubbing her temples. “So let me get this straight. They excluded me—not because of space, not because of family drama, but because some unbalanced woman has a crush on you?”
“Yes.”
“And they thought you ‘d be okay with that?”
“Apparently.”
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She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms. “You know what? I actually feel bad for Lisa.”
I frowned. “Lisa? She’s the one who started all this.”
Emily smiled. “Exactly. Imagine you’re so deluded that an engaged couple is there orchestrating a whole plan just to make sure you don’t throw a tantrum. It’s embarrassing.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s a solid point.”
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I’m still proud of you.”
“What ?”
“For walking away from people who clearly don’t respect you. Or us.”
Couple consoling each other | Source: Midjourney
I kissed the back of his hand. “I didn’t even hesitate.”
And you know what?
I didn’t regret anything at all.
What about karma?
He did the rest.
Lisa still had a fit.
A spectacular, large-scale collapse worthy of a reality TV show.
The second she saw a couple kissing, something inside her… snapped. One moment, she was sipping champagne and watching happy couples. The next, she was screaming that love was a lie, knocking over a $700 barbecue like a deranged WWE wrestler.
Angry Bridesmaid | Source: Midjourney
The guests jumped. Someone screamed. One bridesmaid even dropped her wine glass.
And then – because apparently Lisa was determined to do even better – she turned on Clare.
“You don’t deserve to be the bride!” Lisa wailed, tears streaming down her face. “I should be the bride today! It should be my wedding!”
Before anyone could react, she pounced on the cake.
Yes, the wedding cake.
The massive, four-story, hand-decorated masterpiece probably cost more than my rent.
Wedding Cake | Source: Midjourney
She grabbed a handful of frosting and threw it straight at Claire’s face.
Clare screamed and dodged just in time. The cake, however, didn’t survive.
It crashed to the ground in a pile of destroyed fondant and shattered dreams.
Chaos erupted. The groomsmen tried to drag Lisa away. Half the guests left immediately. Someone called the cops.
When authorities arrived, the backyard resembled a war zone: overturned tables, scattered food, and ruined decorations. Jake’s “perfect wedding” had officially gone up in flames.
Shipwrecked wedding venue – overturned tables, ruined decor | Source: Midjourney
And me?
I was home, enjoying a peaceful, drama-free night with Emily.
I only learned of the disaster when Mark, the best man who had secured an extra person, texted me a picture of Lisa being escorted out in handcuffs.
Mark: Dude. You dodged a bullet.
I showed it to Emily, who snorted. “So… you think Jake still thinks not inviting me was the ‘easiest’ option?”
I smiled. “Oh, I think he learned his lesson.”
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