I married my father’s best friend—the man who had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. He was charming, successful, and seemed perfect. On the surface, it was the ideal marriage. I never suspected anything was wrong, not until our wedding night, when everything fell apart.
As we entered the bedroom, I noticed a sealed envelope on the nightstand. My name was written on it. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I reached for the envelope, unaware that this simple action would shatter my life.
Inside was a letter that froze my blood.
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