My future brother-in-law, Jordan, was always a problem—rude, arrogant, and overbearing. But on my wedding day, he went too far, humiliating me in front of everyone. That was the last straw, and Michael finally had enough.
When we started dating, Michael and I were inseparable. We moved in together after three months and spent six happy years postponing our wedding. Then, eight months ago, Michael proposed, and we finally set a date.
The only problem was Jordan. He had harassed me before, sending disgusting messages, but Michael’s parents refused to believe me. When we didn’t invite him, they threatened not to come.
On our wedding day, Jordan barged into my bridal suite and dumped green paint all over me. Then he spread a lie that I had run away. Furious, I stormed into the church, confronting him in front of everyone.
Michael stood by me. “Get out!” he demanded. When his parents defended Jordan, he told them to leave too.
I knew then—I had married the right man. “Always,” he whispered, holding me close.
