If I had to stand next to him one last time…
I would.
But not for him.
For me.
Because sometimes the strongest thing you can do…
Is show up anyway.
And walk away on your own terms.
The morning of the wedding felt… unreal.
Like I was watching someone else’s life from a distance.
Makeup brushes moved across my face. Voices filled the room. Laughter echoed around me.
And somehow…
None of it touched me.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Perfect dress.
Perfect hair.
Perfect smile.
A complete lie.
“Are you okay?” my best friend whispered.
I nodded.
Because today wasn’t about me.
No matter how much I was breaking inside…
Today was hers.
Then I saw him.
Standing at the end of the aisle.
Dressed in a suit.
Looking exactly like the man I thought I was going to marry.
For a split second…
My heart cracked open again.
And then I remembered the messages.
The lies.
The years I spent loving someone who was living a double life.
And just like that…
The feeling died.
The music started.
All eyes turned toward us.
“Ready?” someone asked.
I didn’t answer.
I just started walking.
Step by step…
Closer to him.
Every instinct in my body told me to run.
To turn around.
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