This is about lust and remorse.

I was the maid of honor on my friend's wedding.

We were all staying in the same hotel. Like around 1 Am on the night before the wedding ceremony, the groom came to my hotel room. I knew him from before and he has always been on the joke/flirt side.


He came and told me he was second-guessing everything, panicked. I'm not sure he was genuine but I stood there listening. He held my hands and talk more about what to do, he wasnt sure.


He go closer and I was confused. We hug and the hug last ed longer than what should have been. I felt how he was getting aroused and we kissed. we both crossed a line we can’t take back.


What haunts me isn't just that it happened—it’s that I stood at the altar as her maid of honor the next morning, adjusted her veil, smiled for the photos, and watched her cry happy tears.


I’m terrified she’ll find out, but worse, a sick part of me loved holding that power over them both. I feel utterly rotten inside.