My wedding night should have been the happiest moment of my life, but it turned into a nightmare when I saw an old photo in my husband’s childhood room. The man smiling in the picture wasn’t a stranger.
The day had been magical. The lace of my wedding dress still felt soft against my skin, and my cheeks hurt from smiling all day.
Tyler and I had promised forever, with our families and friends cheering us on. It felt like a fairytale.
Now, the guests were gone, and the house was quiet. Tyler’s parents’ big country home was warm and inviting, with the scent of flowers and candles lingering in the air.
I stood in his childhood room, waiting for him to finish showering.
The day had been perfect, and I couldn’t believe I was finally his wife.
I wandered around the room, taking in the pieces of his life before me. The soccer trophies, the books, and especially the family photos. They made me feel connected to his story.
That’s when I saw it.
It was a small photo on the table near his bed.
I wasn’t planning to pick it up, but something about it caught my eye.
The man in the photo had big glasses, suspenders, and a kind smile. His hand rested on the shoulder of a young boy who must’ve been Tyler. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
I leaned closer, staring at the older man’s face.
My fingers trembled as I picked up the frame. It couldn’t be.
It was him.
My pulse raced as memories I’d buried for years came rushing back. The man’s face was burned into my memory.
It didn’t make sense. Why would his photo be here, in Tyler’s room?
I clutched the photo, my hands shaking. My chest felt tight, and my breath came in short gasps.
I needed answers, and I needed them now.
Without thinking, I stormed into the bathroom. “Tyler!” I shouted, my voice shaking.
Tyler yelped in surprise. “Babe, what the—can I get some privacy here?”
“Who is this?!” I shoved the photo toward him.
My hands were trembling, and I could barely keep the tears from spilling over.
He frowned, looking confused. “What’s going on? That’s my grandpa.
Grandpa Terry. Why are you freaking out?”
I couldn’t breathe. The room felt like it was spinning.
“Tyler, this man—this man—” My voice cracked. I felt like a child again, standing on the sidewalk, watching the crash.
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