I thought I was marrying the love of my life. But when a woman crashes my wedding holding a dirt-covered box, and a secret my fiancé swore was buried, I have no choice but to decide: do I trust the man I love, or the truth clawing its way to the surface?
I’ve never believed in superstition.
And neither did Liam.
So, the morning of our wedding, we skipped the whole “no peeking before the ceremony” tradition. There were no separate hotel rooms, no staged, emotional reveals.
It was just the two of us, tangled in white sheets, half-asleep by 7 a.m., eating slightly burnt toast and dodging my hair and makeup artists.
Liam leaned against the dressing room doorway with two coffees in hand and a look in his eye that said we were exactly where we were meant to be.
“Today is the beginning of the rest of our lives.”
My veil was hanging from a silk hanger, my shoes were still in their box. But his voice made me pause mid-bite.
“We made it,” I whispered.
Liam smiled, crossed the room, and kissed the side of my head. He smelled like sandalwood and sugar, just like the first night I met him.
But that was Liam — he had a way of making everything feel safe, even when the world felt too big.
We met at a fundraising gala in Charleston.
He leaned in like we were sharing a secret and said, “You look like you’re planning an escape.”
I laughed, and he smiled like he’d known me longer than one night.
By our third date, he told me he’d clawed his way up from nothing, in spite of a mother he called narcissistic and abusive. He said she’d used his identity, controlled his money, screamed when he earned scholarships.
“I went no contact to survive,” he told me.
He’d cut her off five years ago.
“She doesn’t deserve to know who I became, Maya,” he said.
“I built this life in spite of her.”
I’d never seen a man say something like that with tears in his eyes and conviction in his voice.
My parents adored him. He brought my mom her favorite flowers every Sunday for the family dinner. He asked my dad for his chili recipe.
My friends were slower to warm up.
They said he was charming — too charming — but I defended him.
Of course I did, I was madly in love with Liam.
Once, I suggested he speak to her for closure. His face snapped cold.
“No,” he said. “She ruins everything.
She’s a curse.”
So I dropped it.
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