Lena has spent her entire life being excluded and left out of each of her siblings’ weddings. Considered less important, she’s always been pushed aside. But when she decides not to invite them to her own wedding, the truth finally comes out… Faced with this betrayal, Lena makes a choice that will lead her to the happiest day of her life.
Before, I dreamed of weddings.
Not in a fairytale princess way, with flowing white gowns and ballroom receptions. No, my dreams were much simpler. I just wanted to sit in the pews, watch my siblings exchange vows, and be part of their happiness.
But I never had that chance.
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Because every single one of them left me out.
Oak, my older brother, got married when I was ten.
“You’re too young, Lena,” they told me.
Then at twelve, there was another wedding, but I still wasn’t allowed. At fifteen, I begged my sister, Ivy, to make an exception, but she gave me a fake, sympathetic smile.
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“If I let you come, Lena, I’d have to let other kids come too. It wouldn’t be fair, you know that.”
When would it be right? I wondered for years.
At seventeen, my brother Silas got married. By then, I had stopped caring. His twin brother Ezra’s wedding was soon after, and I didn’t even ask if I could attend.
Honestly, what was the point? Why did I have to beg to be part of my siblings’ big days?
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But the most heartbreaking thing? My cousin-in-law, who had just turned eighteen, was invited. And I wasn’t.
I sent half-hearted congratulations and spent the evening in my room with my boyfriend, Rowan, who is now my fiancé.
That was the last time I allowed myself to feel hurt because of them.
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When I started planning my wedding, I made a simple decision:
None of them would be invited.
“Are you sure, Lena?” Rowan asked, looking at our wedding invitation mockups. “I know they’ve been… problematic. But do you want to do the same thing? Or do you want to show them that you’re better than them? That you can do things differently?”
“I won’t invite them, Rowan,” I replied. “I want them to realize that their actions have consequences, and this is one of them. They have no right to be here. They have no right to share in our big day. They have no right to laugh or cry or clap or throw rice and confetti. No.”
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“Whatever you want, my love,” he replied, pouring me a glass of wine. “It’s just that we’re twenty-three, you know… We’re getting married young. And I don’t want you to regret that your mother isn’t here.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness.
“No regrets, Rowan. I promise.”
So the invitations went out, and it didn’t take long for my family to notice.
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They stormed my apartment like a SWAT team, demanding answers from me.
“Why didn’t we get an invitation to your wedding, Lena?” Oak asked, arms crossed.
I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in turn.
I had waited for this moment. I had waited years for this moment…
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“You didn’t want me at your weddings. Literally, none of you wanted me there. So guess what? I don’t want you at mine. It’s just logic.”
Silence fell over my apartment.
Their faces oscillated between confusion and indignation.
“That’s different!” Ivy snapped after a while. “There was alcohol and rowdy uncles! That’s to protect you, Lena!”
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I laughed.
“I didn’t care about the party. I wanted to see you get married. You are my family. My older brothers and sisters, whom I loved most in the world. All I wanted was to be included.”
That’s when my mother, Marigold, stepped in.
“That’s cruel!” she shouted, her voice shrill. “I want all my children together for your big day! Lena!”
I tilted my head.
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“It’s ironic, Mom,” I said, glancing at my siblings. “But you really didn’t seem to mind when I was excluded from their happy days.”
The guilt was starting to creep in. I could see it on their faces. My siblings exchanged embarrassed glances, shifting on their feet. I could feel it. The embarrassment and the realization.
“It wasn’t personal, Lena,” Oak muttered.
I left that sentence hanging for a while.
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“It was personal for me,” I said.
Another silence. More changes. Ivy tried to get my dog’s attention. He ignored her.
Finally, I sighed, wanting answers. Or some kind of resolution.
We couldn’t go on like this.
“You know what? Fine. I’ll invite you. But on one condition.”
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They reacted instantly, desperately searching for a way to fix things.
“What is it?” my mother asked.
“Tell me everything. No lies. No bullshit. Just the truth. Tell me, why was I really never included?”
I crossed my arms more tightly. For a second, I thought about how rude I’d been, not offering my family tea or coffee.
But that thought quickly vanished when I realized why they were there.
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They all went silent. Too silent.
And my stomach turned. There’s more to it. I could feel it.
Then Oak rubbed his beard and exhaled sharply.
“You really don’t know, do you?” he said.
“Know what?”
A strange tension filled the room. My siblings all exchanged glances, as if daring each other to speak.
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What could they possibly know that I didn’t? What secret had been hidden so well that the thought of saying it aloud shocked my siblings?
Then, finally, Ivy sat down, folding her hands in her lap.
“Lena… you’re not really our sister.”
His words hit me like a slap in the face.
“What?” I gasped, feeling faint.
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“You’re our cousin,” Ivy continued. “Our father’s brother was raising you alone when he got sick and died. Mom and Dad took you in. But… we don’t know who your mother is or where she is.”
The room started spinning.
“No. It’s not… It’s not true! You’re playing a trick on me, Ivy!”
My father, Ellis, stared at the floor. Sitting in the armchair he always sat in when he came to my apartment, he usually exuded a quiet authority. But now?
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Now he just looked like a broken man.
“Honey, we were going to tell you one day…”
“When?!” my voice cracked. “When I’m forty? Fifty? Sixty? On my deathbed? Or when you thought I was ready?”
No one spoke. They barely caught their breath.
And then the final stab in the heart came from Ezra.
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“We were just kids. And you, Lena. My God. You needed attention. You weren’t our brother or sister, so we distanced ourselves. I’m sure you sensed that. But I guess you thought it was an age thing, huh?”
I turned to look at him slowly, barely recognizing the person in front of me.
“You’ve distanced yourself?” My voice was eerily calm. “You mean you’ve decided I’m not family.”
He didn’t deny it.
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I let out a slow, shaky breath, gripping the back of the chair next to me. I needed something to anchor me.
All my life I had fought to be a part of something that never belonged to me.
I wasn’t their sister. I wasn’t… I was just… the kid they tolerated.
I barely remember leaving. I just left my house, walked out into the evening air, and kept walking. I didn’t know how long I wandered, but I eventually found myself on the sidewalk in front of Rowan’s apartment.
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Four blocks from my own apartment.
I sat there numbly, watching the traffic lights change from red to green, over and over again, as if my brain was stuck in a loop.
At one point, the door creaked open. Footsteps.
Then warmth. Rowan’s hoodie draped over my shoulders as he crouched down beside me.
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He didn’t ask what happened. He just sat next to me, close enough that our knees touched, close enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone in the world.
For a long moment, I stared at the cracks in the sidewalk, trying to breathe while avoiding the pain in my chest.
Finally, I found my voice.
“I don’t believe I exist,” I whispered.
“Lena…” Rowan didn’t flinch, but he held me tighter.
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“I mean, I exist. But not really… I don’t belong anywhere,” I continued. “I’ve spent my whole life trying to prove that I’m one of them. But I’ve never been their sister. I’ve never been an afterthought.”
Rowan exhaled slowly. I knew he was trying to put the pieces together. And honestly? I wasn’t giving him much. Just bits and pieces coming out of my mouth.
“What do you need?” he asked in his calmest voice.
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“I don’t know. I thought I needed a wedding, my love. One big, perfect day where they’d have to sit in the audience and look at me, just this once. I thought it would make everything better, that it would fill that void inside me.”
I turned to look at him. His face was gentle in the streetlight, patient as always.
“But I don’t care anymore,” I added. “I don’t want to stand at the altar thinking about them. I don’t want them sitting there, pretending they love me when all they’ve ever done is tolerate me.”
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Rowan’s fingers brushed mine.
“Then don’t do it.”
“What ?”
“Don’t give them your day, Lena,” he said.
He turned around, facing me fully now.
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“Let them keep their fake excuses and guilty looks. Let them live with it. But what about you?” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You don’t owe them a show, my love. You don’t need an audience to be happy.”
His words made something pop inside me.
I had spent years trying to fit into a space that didn’t want me. Years trying to get them to see me, appreciate me, and love me the way I had loved them.
But Rowan had always seen me. Not because he had to. But because he had chosen to.
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This realization took my breath away.
“Let’s not have the wedding,” I said.
Rowan searched my face, as if to make sure I meant it.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded, my heart pounding.
“We only wanted to do it because we thought the other one wanted to. But having a big wedding is just not us. It never has been.”
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He smiled.
Slow, steady, warm.
“No, it wasn’t.”
I hesitated.
“So, what do you want to do?”
Rowan tilted his head slightly, thinking. Then, without hesitation…
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“I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.”
The breath left my lungs in a sharp exhalation.
He took my hands, rubbing slow circles on my knuckles.
“I don’t care where it happens, or when, or who’s watching. I just want you, Lena. That’s all.”
My vision blurred with tears and I bent my engagement ring.
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For years, I had chased the wrong people, begging them to love me.
But this man?
The one who sat next to me in the cold, the one who offered me a lifetime of unconditional love… he was the only one I ever truly needed.
I squeezed his hand and closed my eyes. I felt at peace.
“So let’s run away together.”
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Her lips curled into the sweetest, most genuine smile I’d ever seen.
“Of course!”
And just like that, for the first time in my life, I made a choice that was just for me.
The courthouse smelled of old paper and fresh ink.
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It wasn’t grand. No imposing stained-glass windows, no flower-lined aisle, no tear-filled audience.
It was just Rowan and me, standing in front of a city clerk’s office in a quiet, sunlit office.
And yet, I had never felt so much joy.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, searching my face.
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I nodded.
“More than ever.”
The officiant smiled and cleared his throat.
“Let’s keep it simple. Do you take this beautiful woman as your lawful wife?”
Rowan’s lip twitched.
“Absolutely.”
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A laugh bubbled in my chest.
Then the officiant turned to me.
“And you, Lena, do you take this man as your lawful husband?”
I looked at Rowan, my heart so full it hurt.
“With everything I have.”
“So, by the power vested in me by the state of…”
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I didn’t hear the rest. Because Rowan was already kissing me, deeply and gently, as if he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.
And maybe it was. Maybe I was too.
“Usually, people wait for me to say ‘I now declare you…'” the clerk coughed politely.
We signed the papers, took our rings out of Rowan’s pocket, and slipped them onto each other’s fingers. Just like that, it was done.
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No forced smiles. No fake congratulations. No people in the audience pretending to like me.
Just me and the man who never, ever made me feel like an afterthought.
As we stepped outside, the sun hit my face, warm and golden, as if the universe itself was telling me something.
You made the right choice.
And it was true.
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