“So you ignored her?”
“I told myself it was too late.”
“That’s what I believed.”
I backed away as my understanding of both men fell apart.
Elise stepped in. “The guests are asking questions. What do you want to do?”
I looked at my fiancé.
“I love you.”
His eyes filled. “I love you, too.”
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“Maybe. But you built us on a secret.”
Then I turned to Dad.
“And you buried yours until it exploded at my wedding.”
“What do you want to do?”
Neither argued.
My hands shook as I removed my ring.
Julian looked like he wanted to stop me, but he didn’t.
“I can’t marry someone when I don’t know who they are.”
My hands shook.
The church was nearly silent when I returned.
The priest approached. “Would you like a few more minutes?”
I looked at the flowers, candles, and guests who had crossed oceans for a wedding that no longer existed.
“There won’t be a ceremony today.”
Whispers moved through the church.
Julian stood pale and silent.
Dad stood behind me, carrying guilt heavier than age.
“There won’t be a ceremony today.”
I took one long breath, lifted my dress, and walked away with Elise beside me.
I didn’t feel abandoned or broken.
Just finally awake to the truth.
