I swear, I love you!”
Jane looked down at him. Unmoved. Unbroken.
Then, without a word, she lifted her bouquet and let it slip from her fingers.
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling.
“I found out three days ago,” she said, voice quiet but firm. “I saw the messages.
The late-night calls. The lies.”
I compressed her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
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“Because I knew what everyone would say.
‘It’s just cold feet. He loves you. Don’t throw everything away over one mistake.’” She swallowed.
“But love shouldn’t betray you.
Not like that.”
“No, it shouldn’t.”
Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. “It felt like when we lost Dad, you know?
I thought I had something real. Something safe.
And then it was just… gone.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little.
“You did the right thing,” I whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
