At our engagement dinner, my fiancé’s best friend turned his toast into a humiliating roast—mocking my career, my dress, and even suggesting I was with Mark for money. People laughed awkwardly… including Mark, who brushed it off as “just Tyler being Tyler.”
It wasn’t the first time—but it was the worst. When I said I didn’t want Tyler at the wedding, Mark defended him. Something felt off… and a week later, I found out why.
While helping his mom, I discovered old letters—emotional, romantic ones—from Tyler to Mark. When confronted, Mark admitted they had a complicated past.
Suddenly, everything made sense. The tension. The hostility. Tyler wasn’t joking—he was hurting.
Now I’m questioning everything… because this isn’t just about a rude friend—it’s about unresolved feelings that could impact our future.
