Everything Was Perfect at My Wedding

Everything Was Perfect at My Wedding …Then My Groom Ruined It With a Joke

Months before our wedding, we were lying on the couch, scrolling through videos on his phone, when he suddenly burst out laughing—one of those loud, careless laughs that fills a room.

I looked up at the screen. A groom had just dropped his bride into a pool during their wedding photos. Guests screamed. The comments were exploding.

Epic prank.
She’ll remember this forever.

I didn’t laugh.

I sat up and said quietly, “If you ever do that to me, I’ll walk. I’m serious.”

He rolled his eyes, kissed my forehead, and said, “I would never embarrass you like that.”

I believed him.

Love has a way of turning promises into reassurance—when sometimes they’re warnings.

The wedding day itself was perfect. Sunlight filtered through white flowers. My dress fit like it had been sewn onto my skin. My dad cried as he walked me down the aisle. I cried when I saw my fiancé waiting for me, smiling like I was the only thing in the world.

I remember thinking, This is it. This is my forever.

After the ceremony, we moved to the pool area for photos. The photographer suggested a classic dip shot. My fiancé wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned in, grinning.

“You trust me, right?” he whispered.

I laughed. “Sure.”