Roy’s face was bright red in anger. His response brought a sad groan from Julie when he said, “After the troubles we had at the start of our third year together, I might file for divorce either way. But understand, I’ll definitely file, if you contact Trish.”
I shook both men’s hands and left the restaurant.
Saturday was busy. It took me several hours to remove the last evidence of Trish, from our home. Instead of piling the filled garbage bags in the driveway, I rented a small storage unit and my neighbor Billy loaned me his pickup. It only took three trips to get all of the bags off my property.
The most difficult part of the day was writing an email to our wedding guests. I worked on the email, in bits and pieces throughout the day. It read,
Subject: Harrington and Clarke Wedding Update
Dear Friends,
I am currently halfway through a spectacular weekend, just eight short weeks before my wedding day to Trish Clarke. The weekend was spectacular, because I discovered that Trish has spent her weekend in another man’s bed.
Trish and her long time neighbor Nick Flaherty lied to me and Nick’s wife Sue. With the help of Trish’s sisters, Karen and Julie and their lies, the couple is spending this weekend together on Cape Cod.
You might wonder why I think this awful behavior is spectacular. The reason is simple. I’m not married to Trish. It’s much easier to cancel a wedding than to go through the agony of a divorce.
This email is my official notice that I am cancelling my wedding to Trish Clarke.
Sincerely,
Christopher Harrington
I called Sue Flaherty at 5:30 on Saturday afternoon. Together, we filled in each other on the tasks that we were able to complete. Because Sue was married, her separation from Nick would be much more difficult. She was able to talk with an attorney on Saturday morning and had an appointment scheduled for Monday morning. The attorney had recommended canceling joint credit cards and as much as possible, separate the family finances. It was typical legal advice, in the case of divorce.
We finished our call a few minutes before 6:00pm and we agreed to send our spouses a text at exactly 6:00.
My text simply said, “I hope you are enjoying your weekend with Nick. Thank you for showing me and the world that you are a liar, a cheat and a slut. Our wedding is cancelled.”
I sent the text at exactly 6pm. A moment later, I sent the email to our family and guests.
Sixteen Months Later
I stood at the edge of the altar. My best man and groomsmen were flanking me to the left. The maid of honor and bridesmaids had each processed down the center aisle of the church, each looking as stunning as the last.
Tears came to my eyes, as I looked toward the back of the church. Trish’s father stood proud dressed in his black tuxedo. His eyes, like mine and the rest of our guests were locked onto the most beautiful bride ever.
Her blond hair was styled and looked beautiful under the small white veil. Her blue eyes sparkled and were filled with love and her deep red lips gave me wicked thoughts of our upcoming wedding night.
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