Noah’s eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t blink them away.
“He married my mom after my dad died,” he revealed. “He was her husband for a while.”
The air went cold inside my body.
Behind me, my bridesmaids whispered confused questions.
Someone said my name.
The coordinator hovered nervously.
But all I could see was Noah.
All the time.
Spent her money. He told her she was crazy. He made her cry at night.”
My stomach turned violently.
“She got sick,” Noah disclosed.
“Not like cancer.
In her head. From stress.
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