One Glass Too Many...

It all happened on a Saturday night in July. The weather was nice, the country club beautifully decorated, but the conversation horrifying.

"What do you mean you're not my boyfriend?" Jeanette asked me. She was backing away slowly, her lovely hazel eyes wide with fear.

I hadn't meant for it to slip out.

We were at our wedding party, drinking champagne, enjoiying ourselves. The beginning of the wedding had passed by in such a blur. Walking down the isle, saying our vows...It didn't feel real. I but then I again, I suppose, it wasn't.

"I wish I remembered dating you." Jeanette had said, her face falling. "It feels like I just met you...thank you for being so forgiving. The accident took everything from me." I had nodded, trying to conjure up yet another lie.

"No problem honey. Our dates were wonderful, but we can make more great memories together. We are going to have a blast on our honeymoon." I had assured her, face forcing a smile. "I downed my third glass of the fizzy drink.

"Your the perfect man Brad." She had sighed, picking up one of the chocolate macaroons. I had felt beads of sweat starting to form at the nape of my neck, making my suit collar itch. I forced another smile.

"Thanks honey, but you compliment me too much." I grimaced, reaching for another glass of champagne. Jeanette had reached out, putting her hand on my arm.

"That's because you're my husband now." She smiled, stepping closer to me. My brain rang in alarm, my mind yelling liar liar.

It was the alcohol that did it.

I felt woozy with the beginning of a bad headache at the base of my skull. My temples were throbbing. And in that moment of weakness, I had let my guard down, and the truth had slipped out.

"I'm not you're husband, and I..I wasn't your boyfriend.." And she was standing in front of me now looking confused, angry, and fearful. "Jeanette..." I swallowed, unsure what to say.

"Brad?" She asked.

"I...I'm so sorry." I say looking away. I know now I need to tell her the truth. I've loved her ever since I saw her a month ago at the gym.

"Explain." She demands.

"I"m sorry." I explain shakily. "I met you in the gym about a month ago. You were on the treadmill running, when you suddenly slipped off and banged your head hard on the floor."

"I don't understand...." She gasped, taking another step back. "You said we met years ago."

"You were rushed to the hospital. I followed you there, wanting to make sure you were okay. But they wouldn't let me see you." I took a deep breath. "So since they said only ffamily and friends were allowed in, I said I was your boyfriend."

"Brad!" Jeanette shouts. "All of it was a lie? "

"Jeanette please..."

"You lied to me! I had no boyfriend!" She spits. By now, some of our wedding guests are giving us sideways glances.

"You're right." I admit, hanging my head. "You just didn't remember because of the amnesia." My headache is worse than ever now. "I just needed to make sure you were okay! I felt responsible, I was talking to you while you were running and you got distracted by me! I made you slip!"

"Brad." Jeanette sighs, trying to collect herself. "We are done here."

"Jeanette..."

"Please." She holds up a hand. "Just go." And even though telling the truth lifted a heavy weight from my chest, I had never felt so miserable.

"But our wedding..."

"Our wedding isn't real!" She cries out.

"But Jeanette I love you! Even though we didn't really date once you became conscious and I got to know you I fell in love with you!"

"Brad, I don't even know who you really are." She states, her voice ice cold. "What kind of pyscho would do something like this?"

"But, don't you love me?" I ask, my voice quivering.

"I, I thought I did." She stammers. "But I don't even know you! Our relationship is based on lies!"

"We can fix this." I say, walking towards her. But she holds up a hand.

"No Brad." Jeanette states. "Not for a long time."

"I'm sorry!" I cry. "Please forgive me!"

"Brad," Jeanette breathes, "I'm going to need some time to process this."

"Jeanette, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but please." I plead.

"I forgive you." she stammers. "But, I need some time. You can't just expect me to jump back into a relationship with you after you pretended you were my boyfriend when I had amnesia!"

"I know." I admit, my shoulders slumping. All of the wedding party by this time is gathering around us. Most of them are glaring daggers at me, others have their mouths hanging open from shock.

"Go to court Jeanette!"

"I"m calling the police this is insane."

"Sue him!" The crowd all starts crying out. The police does arrive, and I tell the whole story again. Even the officers seem shocked.

"Your going to jail." One of them states, setting his jaw firmly. But to my suprise, Jeanette interjects.

"No, don't make him go to jail officer. I feel sorry for him." She says. Sorry for me? What?

"He needs...help." She stammers, giving me a sideways glance. My chest fills with despair. Everyone thinks I'm insane.

"Let me explain!" I plead, dropping to my knees.

"You've explained plenty." The officer snaps. "You have the right to remain silent."

"No!" I interject. "You don't understand!" Jeanette just shakes her head and walks away, her white wedding dress trailing along behind her. She hands her bouquet to a waiter and slips off her ring.

What had just happened? How did it get to this? I try to go ater her but the officers stop me.

"You're going to court." They say, shaking their heads. The wedding party disperses, all of them shaking their heads, and shocked.

Who knew a wedding could go so wrong.