One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal

February 14th. Valentine's Day. The day I married Irvin Floyd.

The moment the officiant called for the tea ceremony, I knelt respectfully and offered a cup to my new mother-in-law. "Mom," I said, the word still unfamiliar on my tongue.

She reached into her pocket and pressed something into my palm.

A single dollar coin. Not even wrapped in a red envelope.

Before I could react, a lilting voice cut through the silence. Irvin's childhood sweetheart glided up to Mrs. Floyd, a glass of juice in her delicate hands, her smile sweet as poisoned honey.