On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.
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