On Our Wedding Day, She Chose Her Male Best Friend Over Me

On my wedding night, still in the suit I hadn't had time to change out of, I stood at the door of our newlywed home and waited three hours for my wife.

She said she felt unwell and wouldn't let me touch her.

Yet the very next second, I watched her throw on a coat, rush out into the night, and get into her male best friend's car.

I sat alone until dawn and never even opened the wedding favors.

When daylight came, I printed out the divorce papers and booked an appointment at the county clerk's office.