The kind of ceremony you do with the people who really matter. Just the close family, a few friends, soft music, and fairy lights that made the atmosphere almost magical.
I was wearing a simple white dress. Ryan wore a navy blue suit that brought out the sparkle in his eyes.
When he took his vows, I cried.
"Andrea, you are the strongest person I know. You taught me what resilience means. Love. I promise to spend every day of my life making yourself as happy as you have made me. »
Our wedding last month was small and intimate.
I promised to love her forever. And I really meant it.
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When we got home that night, I was still on cloud nine.
I went in a wheelchair to the bathroom to remove my makeup and finally breathe.
When I came back to the room, Ryan wasn't smiling.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was still wearing his shirt. His gaze fixed on the ground, as if he couldn't look at me.
When I came back to the room, Ryan wasn't smiling.
"Ryan? What's wrong? »
He raised his head.
His face did not express nervousness. It was heavier than that.
Like he's been wearing something for years and he's just hit the breaking point.
"I'm sorry. It's time you knew the truth. I should have told you sooner. I don't want to start our marriage with guilt. »
"You scare me. Tell me what? »
Ryan looked at me with such pain in his eyes that I almost wanted to ask him to stop.
