An Old Classmate Invites Me to Her Wedding with My Husband

I was in the middle of a video call with several shareholders when my high school class group, which had been silent for a decade, suddenly exploded with notifications.

[Megan, did you see Felicity's post? She's getting married today! Are you really not coming?]

As the messages flooded in, I realized that Felicity Simons, the prom queen of our high school, was tying the knot.

All our old classmates were attending.

I replied, trying to keep it professional: [Sorry, I'm swamped with work at the moment.]

But the responses were swift and brutal.

[What could you possibly be busy with? Someone who hasn't posted in a hundred years must be doing pretty poorly!]

[Seriously, just admit you're embarrassed and stop pretending to be so busy.]

Felicity chimed in herself: [Remember our bet? I always said I'd marry someone better than you!]

I shot back: [Can't say I recall that.]

Immediately, others jumped in.

[Felicity's husband is the CEO of a publicly traded company! They even sent over a hundred luxury cars to pick her up today!]

[Sounds like you're worried about how your life compares, so you're pretending to forget!]

[Maybe you're so broke you can't even afford a wedding gift? Why not start a crowdfunding campaign to help you chip in?]

Under the barrage of comments, Felicity tagged me again, putting on a show of graciousness.

[I really hope you can make it to my wedding to witness my happy moment! Since we're classmates, I'll have my husband arrange a cleaning job for you.]

With that, she posted a stunning photo of herself and her husband in wedding attire.

My jaw dropped when I saw her husband's face.

That was Logan Ridley—my husband, who married into my family.

[Sure, I'll definitely come to witness your happiness!] I typed back, my fingers shaking slightly.

——

Just as I hit send, my phone buzzed with a message from Logan: [Hey babe, I'm heading back to my hometown to see my parents today. I've already prepped dinner and left it in the fridge for you. Just heat it up when you're ready.

[Love you always.]

Logan had moved in with me three years ago, always looking out for me and taking care of everything.

Even when he stepped out, he never forgot to prepare for my daily needs.

I used to be touched by his thoughtful gestures, but now, all I felt was a sense of absurdity.

I abruptly ended the video call and drove to the address Felicity had shared in the group.

As I approached her home, I spotted a massive red banner hanging over the entrance: [Warmly welcoming Mr. Ridley, President of All Grand Group, to the wedding!]

Beneath the banner stood Felicity, resplendent in a snow-white couture wedding gown, eagerly awaiting her groom.

A crowd of our high school classmates surrounded her, buzzing with excitement.

"Felicity, you really kept this under wraps! We had no idea you were marrying the CEO of All Grand Group!"

"Seriously! Mr. Ridley is a well-known entrepreneur! You've hit the jackpot!"

"Felicity, you're about to be a high-society lady! Don't forget about ...