My Stepson Whispered, “Don’t Marry Dad,” Right Before the Wedding — What He Handed Me Shattered My Heart
The morning of my wedding was supposed to glow with joy. Sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, soft and golden, brushing against the ivory folds of my dress hanging near the window. My bridesmaids buzzed around me—fixing curls, adjusting ribbons, chattering with excitement. On the outside, I smiled and nodded. Inside, my stomach fluttered with…