Dad didn’t yell. He crouched at the edge, reached down, and pulled me from the water with both hands. Then he removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

He faced Dylan and said, “She’s finished. You are too.”

Dylan’s grin disappeared. He insisted it was only a prank, but Dad guided me inside without arguing. My mother found towels while the hotel manager canceled the reception at our request. Guests left in stunned clusters, and the cake remained untouched.

At home that evening, I sat on my childhood bed wearing old sweatpants, unable to reconcile the man from the pool with the man I had promised to love.

Dylan texted repeatedly. His first messages blamed the champagne and his friends. Then came the one that settled everything: “You seriously can’t take a joke?”

I blocked him.

The next morning, Dad called us both into his study. Dylan worked in the sales division of our family business, a position Dad had given him two years earlier. Dad asked whether the shove had been accidental.

Dylan stared at the floor. “I thought people would laugh. I thought Claire would calm down.”

“She told you what it would cost,” Dad replied. “You decided she didn’t mean it.”

He terminated Dylan’s employment immediately. It was not revenge, Dad explained. No company could entrust clients to someone who treated a clear promise as optional whenever an audience appeared.

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