I Was Planning Our Wedding When I Found Out Why He Really Chose Me
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I’m 23; my fiancé Ethan is 25. We met at a summer music festival—shared favorite bands, humor, even song. Laughed and talked till dawn, quickly dreamed of forever. Felt like destiny.
Perfection shattered at dinner with his friends. They were courteous, yet the air crackled with tension: sidelong glances, strained smiles, shallow chatter.
Saying goodbye, a whisper: “Suzan.”
In the car: “Who’s Suzan?” Ethan’s grip whitened on the wheel. He showed a photo—her face, my mirror. High school sweetheart, years together, brutal split when she left for college. Silence ever since.
Puzzle pieces fell: friends’ unease, his haunted gaze at our first meeting—like spotting a phantom.
Doubt slithered in: Is it me he loves, or her echo?
He vows I’m unique, his heart genuine. Still, every glance stings with the question: who stands before him—the living woman, or the ghost he never buried?
Wedding looms in weeks. Gown fitted, invitations mailed. My chest aches with uncertainty.
How do I step toward vows when I’m unsure whose name he truly whispers in dreams?
