I was about to marry the man I loved when his 8-year-old daughter slipped a note into my hand: “Don’t marry my dad. He’s lying to you.” My hands shook as I read it. When I asked what she meant, her answer stopped me cold.
Suddenly, everything around me felt like a lie.
The wedding was supposed to be the most magical moment of my life.
That’s what everyone told me. My mom, my bridesmaids, even strangers at the bakery. “You’re going to feel like a princess,” they said.
“It’ll be perfect.”
And I believed them. I was marrying Mark, after all.
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