I Married the Man Who Bullied Me in High School Because He Swore He’d Changed – but on Our Wedding Night, He Said, “Finally… I’m Ready to Tell You the Truth”

It had been a beautiful wedding, I’ll admit that. We held the ceremony in Jess’s backyard, under the old fig tree that’s seen just about everything: birthday parties, breakups, a power outage during a summer storm that left us eating cake in the dark by candlelight.

It wasn’t fancy, but it felt right.

Jess is more than my best friend. She’s the person who knows the difference between me being quiet because I’m content, and me being quiet because I’m falling apart.

She’s been my fiercest protector since college, and she’s never been shy about her opinions.

Especially about Ryan.

It was her idea to host the wedding. She said it would keep things “close, warm, and honest,” but I knew what she meant.

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