My mom squealed, “Oh, Chloe, you look stunning!” and I just smiled through my teeth and told myself not to let her get to me.
And for a moment, she didn’t.
When I walked down that aisle and saw Ethan waiting at the end, his eyes misty, his smile wide, I actually felt at peace. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and kissed under the gentle hum of applause. It felt real and right.
Gosh, I was so blind.
Exactly three weeks later, Ethan changed.
He grew cold, distant, irritable, and absent.
I came home from work one day to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, eyes red, jaw clenched. I could feel it in the air; something was off.
That night, I sat down across from him, and before I could ask what was wrong, he dropped the bomb with a shocking confession.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I blinked. “Do what?”
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