The honeymoon wasn’t ruined. It was just .

Three weeks ago, she had found the text messages. Not a passionate affair, just a slow, lazy betrayal of convenience. When she confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He just looked tired. “Maybe we’re not the people we thought we were,” he said.

She pulled out her phone. Deleted the wedding playlist. Bookmarked a flight to Kyoto for next spring.

The Unwedding

So she uninvited the fifty guests. She returned the ring. She kept the honeymoon.

“I spent a year planning a day. I spent five days learning how to plan a life. Thank you for not showing up. The room was too small for both of us anyway.”