On my wedding day, everything felt surreal—the white  dress, the soft music, my hands shaking as bridesmaids adjusted my veil. Dan stood beside me in a simple suit, his jaw tight, his hands clenched.

He looked terrified.

“You okay?” I whispered.

He nodded too quickly. “Yes. I just… I need to tell you something.”

Before I could ask what he meant, the music was about to start. Then he grabbed my wrist—gently, but firmly—and leaned in.

“It’s time for you to know the truth,” he whispered.

My heart skipped. “What truth?”

He didn’t answer.

Someone screamed.

The music cut off mid-note. Chairs scraped loudly across the floor. A ripple of gasps spread through the room.

I lifted my head.

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