My parents said my fiancée wasn’t good enough for me—until our wedding day, when the truth left them begging for forgiveness.

need you to win every fight, Daniel. I need you to stop bringing me into rooms where I have to prove that I’m human.”

Those words shattered me.

She brushed beneath one eye before a tear could fall.

“Do you?”

I didn’t answer quickly enough.

Her mouth trembled once before she made herself hold it still.

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