The Secret I Thought I Buried

Some moments are meant to be perfect—like your wedding day. But sometimes, the most painful moments can also become the clearest ones. This is the story of how my wedding day forced me to face the past, speak my truth, and discover what real love truly looks like.

Linda was his secretary. Their affair wasn’t a mistake—it was a choice. A betrayal that lasted years, hidden behind smiles and silence. I watched my mother unravel under the weight of the truth.

He held his umbrella over me and grinned awkwardly.
“This could be our meet-cute,” he said.

It was cheesy. It was perfect.
And somehow… it worked. Read more below

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