Her jaw tightened. “This is our wedding. I’m not compromising the photos, the energy, or the experience just because people expect some sentimental moment with a child I barely know.”
I didn’t say another word. But something shifted inside me.
Wendy didn’t want a marriage; she wanted a curated life — one without mess, without crayons on the floor, without reminders of her husband’s past. And Alex? He was that reminder.
Still, Matthew didn’t push back. He never did.
