One Dollar Bride My Wedding Day Betrayal

February 14th. Valentine's Day. The day I married Irvin Floyd.

The moment the officiant called for the tea ceremony, I knelt respectfully and offered a cup to my new mother-in-law. Mom, I said, the word still unfamiliar on my tongue.

She reached into her pocket and pressed something into my palm.

A single dollar coin. Not even wrapped in a red envelope.

Before I could react, a lilting voice cut through the silence. Irvin's childhood sweetheart glided up to Mrs. Floyd, a glass of juice in her delicate hands, her smile sweet as poisoned honey.

"Auntie, let me wish you good fortune too! May your new daughter-in-law be filial, and may everything go your way this year."

Mrs. Floyd's face split into a grin so wide her eyes nearly disappeared. She stuffed a thick red envelope into Antonia Gilbert's handsthick enough that every guest in the room could see its weight.

"Such a good girl! Here's a little New Year's gift from Auntie. Consider it good luck from the wedding."

The officiant stepped forward, ready to smooth things over, but Mrs. Floyd snatched the microphone first.

"The Floyd family marries for sincerity, not money."

She turned to look at me, her smile never wavering.

"Phyllis Harding is a sensible girl. I'm sure she'll learn to be tolerant, to avoid pettiness, to endure the ordinary days, and to know her place."

Ten seconds of silence.

Then I smileda real smileand bowed deeply to every guest in the room.

"Thank you for the guidance, Mom."

I straightened. Said nothing else. Turned and walked out of the banquet hall.

My maid of honor rushed after me, her eyes already red. "Phyllis! The wedding isn't over yetis this really okay?"

"It's perfect timing," I said, still smiling.

The flight landed in Dali four hours later.

I'd barely settled into my guesthouse when the owner knocked on my door, his expression apologetic.

"Miss, there's a Mr. Floyd who keeps calling. He says he'll pay ten times the room rate if you'll just answer the phone. Says it's urgentsomething about the wedding."

I laughed softly.

"Tell him I haven't finished spending that dollar yet."

1.

When she'd dropped that coin into my palm, every pair of eyes in the room had found me. Pity. Amusement. My maid of honor had squeezed my hand, her face tight with worry.

Meanwhile, Antonia was already tearing open her red envelope, pulling out crisp bills.

Five stacks. Fifty thousand dollars.

"Oh my god, Auntie!" She threw her arms around Mrs. Floyd's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you so much! You're too good to me!"

Then she turned to me, waving the envelope, her chin lifted in triumph. The smugness in her eyes didn't even pretend to hide.

"Phyllis, it's just a red envelope. You're not going to be petty about it, are you?"

Irvin rushed over and swatted the back of her head with exaggerated affection. "What are you saying? You think your Phyllis would be that small-minded?"

Then he grabbed my arm and leaned in close, his voice dropping to a murmur.

"Babe, Mom just wanted it to be symbolic. You know'one heart, one mind.' She actually went to the bank specifically to pick out the newest coin they had."

The officiant tried again to intervene, but Mrs. Floyd waved him off and seized the microphone. Her gaze settled on me with unmistakable meaning.

"Today, Phyllis and Irvin are married, and as his mother, I couldn't be happier. We're family now, and family is about sinceritynot money."

Her smile sharpened.

"Now that Phyllis is part of the Floyd family, she'll need to learn to be a proper wife. To be tolerant. To avoid keeping score. Family means enduring the quiet days without making a fuss over every little thing."

Every word was an icicle, thin and sharp, sliding between my ribs.

Don't keep score meant swallow it when I favor Antonia. Be tolerant meant look the other way while she flirts with your husband under your roof.

Scattered applause rippled through the room. But the starespitying, entertainedonly grew thicker.

Antonia leaned against Mrs. Floyd's shoulder and let out a laugh she didn't bother to suppress.

The way she looked at me, I might as well have been a circus act.

She'd had it out for me from the start, convinced I'd stolen a position that should have been hers. With her mother-in-law's favoritism as her shield, she opposed me at every turn.

Before the wedding, she'd criticized my taste, called my wedding dress outdated.

She'd complained that the wedding favors weren't high-end enough, even insisted on meddling with the ceremony program, changing this and that.

It wasn't that I had no opinions, but Irvin always said she was still young, that she'd mature once she found a boyfriend.

Today, she'd won again with this tea ceremony stunt. I'd become nothing but a joke.

I rose slowly to my feet and took a step forward.

The hall fell silent instantly. Everyone assumed I was about to explode. Even my mother-in-law instinctively tightened her grip on the microphone and pulled Antonia protectively to her side.

Irvin rushed forward and grabbed my hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to hurt. His voice was low and urgent.

"Phyllis, don't make a scene."

"Do you really want people to think you're the kind of woman who only cares about money?"

I didn't look at him. I simply smoothed the skirt of my wedding dress, pressing out wrinkles that weren't there. Then I turned to the room full of guests and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for the lesson, Mother."

My voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearlycalm, without a ripple of emotion.

As shock spread across my mother-in-law's face, I straightened, said nothing more, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Behind me, Irvin's voice rang out, sharp with anger.

"Phyllis, what kind of tantrum is this?"

"The wedding isn't over! If you leave now, what will people think of you? You'd throw all this away over a red envelope?"

I went straight to the bridal suite. Janice followed close behind, so furious her eyes had gone red.

"Phyllis, how can they treat you like this?"

"This isn't about the money! It's obvious that"

I raised my hand to stop her. I pulled my regular clothes from the closet and gave her a relaxed smile.

"Janice, isn't this for the best?"

Understanding dawned on her face. She wiped her tears and smiled back.

Compared to a moment's humiliation, a lifetime of drowning in that swamp would be far worse.

I had just finished changing, feeling lighter than I had in months, when Irvin burst through the door. His face was thunderous.

"Phyllis Harding, did you have to do this today? It was just a tea ceremony gift. Did you really need to humiliate Antonia like that?"

"It's the New Year! She's in there crying so hard she nearly fainted. She's begging to return the red envelope to you, wants to come apologize herself."

"She's humiliated?" I stared at him, almost laughing at the absurdity.

"She's just your family friend's daughter. I'm the woman you're supposed to be marrying. She hands over a glass of juice and gets fifty thousand dollars. I serve tea and formally call your mother 'Mom' and I get one dollar. In front of all those relatives and friendswho exactly was humiliated here?"

I held up that gleaming silver dollar right in front of his face, then set it on the vanity, standing it upright. Like a headstone for our marriage.

Staring at that ridiculous coin standing on the table, Irvin seemed to realize something was off. His voice dropped.

"Mom meant well. She wanted something auspicious and creative. She thought the amount didn't matterwhat's important is that we live happily together."

He rubbed his temples, exhaustion written across his face.

"You don't understand. When you walked out, the whole place erupted. I had to calm the guests, comfort AntoniaI even gave her another sixteen thousand from the gift money to round it up to sixty-six thousand. That's the only reason she stopped crying."

"Phyllis, I've been exhausted preparing for this wedding. Can you please just stop making things harder for me?"

With that last sentence, he slumped into a chair.

I looked at him sitting there in his groom's suit, his face full of grievance.

I never imagined that marrying me would be such an ordeal for him.

My voice was calm when I spoke.

"Good!"

Relief flooded Irvin's face. He shot to his feet and reached for me. "Phyllis, I knew you'd understand. The guests are waitinglet's get back."

His tone shifted, threading in a note of reproach. "Honestly, fighting with your little sister over a red envelope? What will people think?"

I stepped back, blocking his outstretched hand.

"Irvin, the wedding is off. I'm done."

He froze, staring at me like I'd spoken in tongues. "What did you just say? Do you have any idea how many guests are out there? You want to humiliate me? Turn me into a laughingstock?"

"I'm not the one who should be embarrassed. Let them laugh."

I grabbed my purse and brushed past him toward the door. "You two made me the joke first. You mistook my patience for weakness."

I paused at the threshold, not bothering to turn around. "I came here to marry a man who'd put me firstnot some spineless cheat who hides behind his 'little sister.'"

It was all so clear now. Family friend's daughter. What a joke. They were just two cheaters who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

All those times Irvin had used the Gilberts' past generosity as an excusebuying Antonia designer clothes, expensive handbags, taking personal leave to whisk her off on trips whenever she felt sad. I'd swallowed it all. Now I saw it for what it was: an affair dressed up in sibling cosplay.

I'd just reached the doorway when Antonia burst in, tears streaming down her face. She dropped to her knees in front of me with a theatrical thud.

"Phyllis, this is all my fault! Auntie only gave me that big red envelope because she feels sorry for meI have no one else. Here, take it all back. Please don't be angry at Irvin because of me."

Her voice cracked, perfectly pitched. "He loves you. I'm just... someone he keeps company with sometimes."

She fumbled with a wad of cash, shoving it toward me.

I swatted her hands away, irritation flaring. "Antonia, enough. Drop the act."

"Since you can't bear to be apart from your precious Irvin, why don't you just marry him yourself? You've already collected the bride pricewhat's left to pretend about?"

The force of my push sent her stumbling. She cried out and crumpled to the floor.

Irvin's expression darkened. He crossed the room in three strides and swept her into his arms. "Antonia! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

She gazed up at him, eyes glistening with wounded innocence, then slid a glance my way.

"Phyllis, you've hit me, and I've returned the money. Please don't be mad at Irvin anymore." Her lower lip trembled. "If you really hate me that much, I'll go back to my hometown. I won't see Auntie or Irvin ever again."

Auntie now, was it? Apparently the scene after I'd left had been quite the bonding moment.

Irvin's face contorted. He rounded on me. "Phyllis, can't you just be reasonable for once? You want to drive her away so everyone can call me an ungrateful bastard?"

I regarded them both with cold detachment. Now that I saw everything clearly, I had nothing left to explain.

I lifted my chin and moved to step around him.

That's when Irvin snatched the bundle of cash from the floor and hurled it straight at my face.

"It's always about money with you, isn't it? Finetake it all!"

Bills exploded against my cheek, scattering to the ground.

"No wonder my mother wanted to test you before the wedding." His voice was savage. "Now I finally see who you really are."

He grabbed the remaining cash and flung it at me, bill after bill, each one hitting my face like a slap.

The commotion drew staff and guests to the doorway. Whispers slithered through the crowd.

"That's the bride. Apparently she's throwing a fit because the red envelope wasn't big enough."

"I heard she's a college professor. Can you imagine? So petty over pocket changelike some country girl who's never seen money before."

The more Irvin listened, the more convinced he became that he was in the right. He shot me a sidelong glance and said, "Phyllis, do you hear what everyone's saying about you? All this drama over a little gift money."

"You need to take a good hard look at yourself. Apologize to Antonia right now, or I don't even want to go through with this wedding."

I stared at the crimson bills scattered across the floor, my cheek still stinging.

I thought back to when he'd first pursued mehow he'd tiptoed around me every day, eager to please. He'd bring me breakfast, pick me up after work.

He'd even pressed his salary card and property deed into my hands with that stubborn insistence of his.

"Phyllis, everything I have is yours from now on. I'm going to make you the happiest woman alive. No one will ever hurt you."

Yet here we were, on our wedding day, and he was demanding I apologize to his so-called "little sister."

Every word out of his mouth accused me of being materialistic. Greedy.

Looking back now, I couldn't believe what I'd become. I was an only child from a major city with three properties to my name, and I'd let myself turn into a bitter, resentful womanall for a love that was never real.

I crouched down and gathered the crisp stack of bills. My expression hardened as I locked eyes with Irvin's indignant face. Then I hurled the money straight at him.

"Who the hell do you think you're telling to apologize?"

"Go crawl back to whatever backwater you came from, Irvin. Stop making me sick."

Men like himmen who came from nothingthey never actually cared about respect or sincerity. What they cared about was making sure no one was after their money, finding people willing to dote on them for free, all to prove their so-called irresistible charm.

The moment anyone pushed back, they'd slap labels on them. Petty. Greedy. Difficult.

Irvin froze, clearly not expecting me to throw money in his face.

His composure shattered. "Phyllis, don't push your luck. Walk out that door today, and see if any man ever wants to marry a gold-digger like you."

My steps faltered for just a second. A cold laugh escaped me, and I kept walking.

But I didn't get far. His mother and the rest of the Floyds blocked my path. Before I could react, her palm cracked across my face.

"Have you lost your mind? Humiliating the Floyd family in front of everyone over a red envelope?"

"You ungrateful wretch. If it weren't for Antonia's father pulling strings, Irvin never would have gotten into that prestigious school. You think you'd have landed such an accomplished husband?"

Antonia drifted over, playing the peacemaker. "Mom, please don't be upset. It's understandable that she'd want to squeeze out a little extra money while she canit's her wedding, after all."

"This is all my fault. I just wanted to share in the good fortune of Irvin's big day and offer you my blessings. If I'd known it would cause trouble, I never would have done the tea ceremony."

She sidled up and hooked her arm through mine. Under her breath, so only I could hear: "Who do you think you are, Phyllis? I'm the one who's family to them. If you want to marry Irvin, learn to keep your head down and your mouth shut."

I looked at her smug little face.

Then I raised my hand and slapped her with everything I had.

"Save the performance. The cheating bastard is all yours."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her straight into Irvin. Then I walked away without looking back.

Behind me, everyone stood frozen. They'd never seen this side of methe quiet, refined woman they thought they knew.

Antonia had been ready to crumple to the ground and play victim the moment I touched her. Instead, my slap sent her sprawling for real, and she took Irvin down with her. He landed right on top of her.

Please. My patience and kindness were reserved for people I actually loved. A cheating scumbag and his scheming mistress deserved nothing.

Behind me, Antonia's shrill scream pierced the air.

"Irvin! She hit me! She actually hit me!"

"Oh godmy stomach! My stomach hurts so bad!"

Chaos erupted. Someone called for an ambulance. Others rushed to comfort her.

I didn't turn around.

Three hours later, my flight touched down in Dali. I lay in a cozy guesthouse, scrolling through my phone. I canceled the honeymoon itinerary. Deleted our marriage registration appointment. Then I forwarded all the billsthe wedding planner, the venue, the hotelto Irvin.

Let him sort it out.

After finishing all that, I finally saw Antonia's post online.

She was wearing a hospital gown, nestled in Irvin's arms, happily sipping the chicken soup he was feeding her.

"Thanks to a certain someone's care, my baby and I are both safe and sound."

"A blessing in disguiseI've finally found my true love. Some materialistic women must be kicking themselves right now."