My Family Disowned Me After My Marriage. 6 Years Later, They Needed My Help, So I Took The Opportunity For Some Petty Revenge

A confused groom

A soft knock echoed through the room, breaking my trance. Francis poked his head in, his smile faltering when he saw the empty space beside me.

He asked if I was ready for the first look photos, assuming my family was just in the restroom. I shook my head slowly, unable to form words to explain their absence.

He stepped fully into the room, confusion etched across his face as he looked around for anyone else.