My Future Brother-in-Law Was Always a Pain, but He Went Too Far at Our Wedding and That Was the Last Straw for My Fiancé and Me

Not a perfect love story—just one full of surprises.

Our first date? I sobbed because I was late. He didn’t call for a week. Then we met at a party, where I confessed I was just emotional. To my surprise, he admitted he was too. Six years later, we were engaged.

The only problem? His brother, Jordan—rude, arrogant, and predatory.

At a family dinner, he cornered me, grabbed me, and whispered, “My brother doesn’t deserve you.” Then came the texts—disgusting messages, inappropriate photos. I blocked him. When I refused to have him at our wedding, Michael agreed. But his parents threatened to boycott, so I relented.

The wedding day.

As I prepped in the bridal room, Jordan knocked. I opened the door—and he dumped a bucket of green paint all over me.

“This is for rejecting me, witch,” he sneered.

He ran, but the damage was done. My bridesmaids scrambled for a new dress while Jordan told everyone I had run away.

I stormed into the church.

“I didn’t run away!” I shouted. “Jordan did this!”

Jordan smirked. “Just a joke.”

Michael snapped. “Get out! Or I’ll throw you out myself!”

Their mother intervened, but Michael stood firm. “If you support him, you can leave too.”

Silence. Then, his parents walked out with Jordan.

Relief washed over me. I looked at Michael. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

He took my hand. “From now on, always.”