My Groom Smashed My Face Into the Cake During the Cake Cutting as a ‘Joke’ – I Was on the Verge of Tears When My Brother Shocked Everyone

“I won’t ever let anyone treat you like that,” he said quietly when I emerged. “And you know, if Dad were here, he would have done the exact same thing.”

At that point, I looked at Ryan. His knuckles were still clenched, and his jaw was still tight with protective anger. This was my brother, trying to save my wedding day from getting ruined. This was my brother trying his best to protect his little sister.

“Thank you,” I whispered, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything. “You did the right thing, Ryan. Despite everything that just happened, you stood up for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. I’ll never forget what you did for me today. Thank you so much, really.”

But then reality hit me. “I still have to decide if this marriage is worth continuing after it started like this.”

The reception limped along without the groom.

Our family and friends tried their best to keep the mood light, but everyone was talking about what had happened.

My aunt kept shaking her head and muttering, “In my day, men knew how to treat ladies.”

Meanwhile, Uncle Joe kept patting Ryan on the back, saying, “Good for you, son.”

Ed didn’t come home that night. I sat in our apartment, still in my ruined wedding dress, wondering if my marriage was over before it had really begun.

He finally showed up the next morning looking absolutely wrecked. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He was still wearing the same cake-stained tuxedo.