I Adopted a Silent Little Boy After Losing My Children – on My Wedding Day, He Spoke for the First Time, Revealing a Shocking Truth

I swear my brain short-circuited.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe or process this.

My son, my silent son, had just spoken.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, not caring that my dress pooled on the floor or that my mascara was probably already running.

“What?” I whispered. “Noah, baby, what did you say?”

He swallowed hard, like the words were sharp in his throat. His fingers trembled around mine.

“I knew Ethan before you did,” he said, his voice cracking.

“I didn’t remember at first… but now I’m sure. It’s him.”

My heart started pounding so hard it made my ears ring.

“What do you mean?”

Noah’s eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t blink them away.

“He married my mom after my dad died,” he revealed. “He was her husband for a while.”

The air went cold inside my body.

Behind me, my bridesmaids whispered confused questions.

Someone said my name. The coordinator hovered nervously.

But all I could see was Noah.

“I was little. Like two or three,” he added.

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