“I always suspected,” he said quietly. “But I didn’t want to believe it.”
I asked, “Do you want to see her?”
I imagined him shaking his head. “No. She made her choices.”
And that was that.
My mom wasn’t invited to my wedding. She sent a long email the night before, begging me to reconsider. “I’m still your mother,” she wrote. “I made mistakes, but I deserve to see my son get married.”
I didn’t respond.
My wedding day was filled with light, laughter, and peace. Rachel was glowing in her simple white dress, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As we danced under strings of fairy lights, I leaned down and whispered, “Thank you for sticking with me.”
She smiled. “Always.”
We both knew the road hadn’t been easy. But we had built something solid from the mess. And in the end, that was all that mattered.
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