I never planned to attend the party, but Mark dragged me there, promising it would get me out of my funk. I’d been working double shifts, exhausted, when I met Natalie—she wasn’t supposed to be there either. We clicked instantly, and despite Mark’s warnings, I approached her. We talked for hours, and by the end of the night, I knew I was in trouble. Six months later, we were married, but her family cut her off.
Things were tough but okay until Emma was born. As time went on, Natalie grew discontent with our humble life. Arguments became frequent, and one day, I came home to find she’d left. She signed away her parental rights, and months later, I was told she died in a car accident.
Years passed. I threw myself into work and raising Emma. Then, I received an invitation to Stefan’s wedding. At the ceremony, I saw a familiar face—Natalie, alive and about to marry Stefan. She had faked her death to escape her past, and the truth came out in front of everyone. She left the wedding, and Stefan and I were left to process the betrayal.
Weeks later, Stefan and I had a drink. He was still shocked, but I felt a sense of closure. I finally realized that I wasn’t broken anymore. I had my daughter and a successful career.
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