My Dad Invited My Brother and Me to His Wedding to the Woman He Cheated on Our Mom With – He Had No Idea He’d Regret It Soon

When my dad called to invite my 12-year-old brother and me to his wedding, I thought the worst part would be watching him marry the woman who tore our family apart. I had no idea my quiet little brother had been planning something that would make their “special day” unforgettable. My name’s Tessa. I’m 25, a marketing coordinator just barely holding together a version of adulthood I didn’t feel ready for—especially after our family blew up. My little brother Owen is 12. Or at least, that’s his age. Life made him grow up too fast. He used to be sunshine in kid form—leaving out cookies for delivery drivers, crying during cartoon movies, drawing elaborate Mother’s Day cards that said things like “You’re the best mom in the universe.” But after our family shattered, that light dimmed. Something in him changed. Our dad, Evan, cheated on our mom with a woman from work—Dana. All blinding white teeth, perfectly straight hair, and just enough faux-charm to pass as polite. Mom found out on an ordinary Thursday. She’d gone to Home Depot for a houseplant and came home with dirt still on her hands—only to walk in on Dad and Dana tangled together… CONTINUE READING…