Five years ago, I broke up with David after discovering he was cheating on me.
That betrayal shattered my heart, and I moved on, building a new life. But today, everything changed.
Lost in thought, I was shocked to see David’s name on my phone.
Curiosity and apprehension swirled as I answered.
David, crying, revealed a shocking truth: “I never cheated on you.
Your parents made me lie to protect your future.”
His words were a tidal wave. “
They didn’t want you distracted from your studies,” he confessed.
David was calling me on his wedding day to confess his love and his regret.
“I can’t marry her, Emma. I still love you.”
The anger I felt toward my parents was overwhelming, but there was also hope. I asked for the church address, grabbed my keys, and ran out the door.
At the church, David stood, pale and anxious. We embraced, tears streaming down our faces.
“I can’t believe they did that to us,” I whispered. David’s fiancée emerged, confused. He told her, “I can’t go through with this. My heart belongs to someone else.”
We left together, ready to rebuild our love. The pain of the past was still there, but overshadowed by what could be. As we drove away, I felt hopeful for the first time in years.
