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”

I stopped walking. Every single part of me said to keep going, but I turned around anyway. Ryan stood there, holding two coffees.

One black, one with oat milk and a honey drizzle.

“I thought that was you,” he said. “Wow. You look —”

“Older?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he said softly.

“You look… like yourself. Just more…

certain of yourself.”

That threw me off more than it should have.

“What are you doing here?”

I didn’t say no. I didn’t say yes, either. I waited.

“I was so cruel to you, Tara.

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