The Wedding Crasher's Comeuppance

My relaxing weekend at my parents' house was shattered by a call from my Brooklyn HOA.

They claimed my apartment was hosting a raucous wedding party, going on for two straight nights.

I was completely confused, having been single and away from Brooklyn for almost a year.

Then, the HOA emailed security footage, and my blood ran cold.

It was my ex-fiancé, Ethan, in a tuxedo, smiling triumphantly with a woman in a white dress, right in front of my apartment door.

He was getting married there.