It was the morning of my wedding, and everything was perfect. The venue was adorned with roses, the guests were arriving, and my heart was pounding with excitement. As I slipped into my dress, I couldn’t help but smile. I was about to marry the love of my life—at least, that’s what I thought.
Minutes before the ceremony, I stepped outside to take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. As I walked toward the garden, I overheard a conversation between my maid of honor and a close friend. They were talking about something that made my heart drop.
“He can’t keep doing this to her,” my friend whispered. “I can’t believe she’s still going through with it. Does she know about the other woman?”
I froze. “What other woman?” I asked, my voice shaky.
They both turned, wide-eyed, realizing they had been overheard. My maid of honor looked guilty, but it was my friend who spoke. “I’m so sorry, but we thought you knew. We tried to tell you, but you were so caught up in the wedding plans.”
The truth came crashing down in that moment. My fiancé, the man I thought I knew inside and out, had been seeing someone else. He had kept it hidden for months, and I had been blind to the signs.
My stomach twisted with disbelief and anger. Without a second thought, I turned on my heel and ran. I didn’t stop until I was miles away, my wedding dress dragging behind me like the weight of all my broken dreams.
I didn’t need a wedding to define me. I needed the truth, and I was finally free.
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