Evan’s voice broke as he said, “I didn’t want to hurt you, but you deserved to know. You’re the only one who’s ever stayed.” Tears filled my eyes, not just from heartbreak but from the loyalty of the boy who had once kept me at arm’s length. I kissed his forehead and whispered, “Thank you.”
Minutes later, I walked into the ceremony—only to stop halfway down the aisle. Gasps rippled as I turned to the guests. “There will be no wedding today. The only reason I know the truth is because of Daniel’s son—who showed more courage than the man at that altar.” I left, hand in hand with Evan. That day, I lost a partner—but gained something greater: a reason to believe in love again.
