"I loved you! Gave you everything! And you broke me!" I screamed at him.
I knew I was making a scene, but I didn't care. I was beyond hurt, and by God was I not going to walk away quietly.
"How could you?! You promised me you'd never hurt me, you liar!" I was getting hysterical now. Tears flowing down my face as Rory tried to calm me down.
"Jenny, calm down. I can explain everything just calm down" he grabbed my arm and tried to hold me.
Oh no you don't.
"What Ro, don't want everyone to know you're a cheating scumbag and Natalie is a husband stealing skank?!" I scream in front of the crowd.
I never intended my wedding to turn out this way. I mean, it's supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and then A crazy biker guy comes in screaming at my almost husband about how he stole his girl and got her pregnant on his bucks night.
Mid Ceremony
In front of everyone we know
ON CAMERA
But oh no.. It doesn't end there. No no.
Then the guy starts yelling at Natalie:
My Best Friend.
My confidant.
My Wedding Planner.
The ceremony stopped. I look at my fiancé, and his face is blank. Security removes the guy, and I ran. I ran straight inside of the glass greenhouse my dream wedding is being held outside of, my fiancé right on my heels.
I confronted him.
And his words broke my heart.
I can explain; it was an accident.
"You don't accidentally get someone pregnant Ro, what, did you trip and fall into her vagina?! Ugh, I hate you! Don't touch me!"
"Jenny it was a mistake-"
"Oh bite me Rory Slater, we're done"
"Jenny. Jenny! Jennifer!" Rory kept calling me, but I wasn't stopping. I was on a mission. I was OUT.
I was almost to the car park when Natalie stopped me.
"Jen I'm so sorry, we didn't mean for this to happen but we love each oth-aaahhhh"
She didn't get to finish that sentence. I punched her square in the face, spun on my heel, and walked away.
I didn't want to hear her excuses. I didn't want to hear her voice. I didn't want to know how in love they were. I just wanted to get away.
I went home. I called an emergency locksmith, and once he left I climbed into the shower and I cried. Rory came home and yelled for hours outside, but it was no use. I want opening the door and since the apartment was in my name, the police wouldn't do a thing to help him, but they did remove him from my hallway. I pulled myself together. Got dressed. Packed a bag, and picked up the honeymoon tickets and my keys of the counter before heading to the buildings garage.
I climbed in my jeep and drove straight to the Sydney airport and traded in our tickets to Vegas for a flight to Amsterdam.
As the city grew smaller and smaller from my seat window, I knew I my heart that I'd never come back.
My new adventure was just beginning.
The old me was Gone.
