22 August 2026

On my wedding day, I showed up with a black eye. My fiancé stood beside me…

“You talked to her about me?” I asked.

He shrugged slightly.

“She knows how to handle you.”

Handle me.

Behind me, Rachel inhaled sharply. My chest felt hollow, yet my mind had never been clearer. I thought about every moment in the past year I had explained away: Ethan laughing when my mother mocked my career, Ethan telling me I was “too sensitive,” Ethan insisting I should apologize after every family argument just to keep the peace.

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