On the day of the wedding, the groom turned to me and suddenly exclaimed, but no one knew that my sister was getting married to my ex-boyfriend 
Nobody knew. Not my mother, not my friends, nor my sister. Nobody.
My sister and I had chosen the dress, my hair had been done in three hours, and I was seated in the hall with the guests, holding my breath.
He was standing in front of the altar. Both my sister’s husband and my ex-partner, whom I still loved after we split up.
We went on a date a few years back. He professed to love me, composed songs, and was a dreamer back then, but he departed because “it wasn’t the right time for a relationship.” I went through a lot of suffering for him, and I never saw anyone else again after the split.
He and my sister showed up for a family dinner two years later. I nearly fainted. They were happy. I was frantic. But I remained silent. I kept all of the wedding preparations inside of myself. I was afraid my sister would never forgive me, and I didn’t want to spoil her happy existence. I was afraid my family would judge me.
And here I was sat as a witness at their wedding, attempting to make a grin. It was unbearably uncomfortable. for losing affection after cheating on a loved one.
And when it came time to exchange vows, the groom looked at my sister. Then — at me. And when he yelled something out, I was one of the guests who was shocked.”I’m sorry.”– “I apologize.”
Everyone went cold.
My sister looked at him puzzledly. He sighed and said:
I’ve been lying to myself and to you the entire time, which is why I can’t get married. My affection for you hasn’t changed, Ella. Excuse me, and let’s talk.
Across the hall, shouts broke out. My sister looked at me with tears in her eyes.
I said nothing. merely stood up and left. I couldn’t ignore his betrayal, much less place my own happiness on top of someone else’s sorrow.
Two days later, he left for another country.
My sister had stopped communicating with me. I don’t know what to do at this point.
Maybe you could offer me some guidance?
