The night before my wedding, I heard my bridesmaids through the hotel wall: “Spill wine on her dress, lose the rings, whatever it takes – she doesn’t deserve him.” My maid of honor laughed “I’ve been working on him for months.” I didn’t confront them. Instead, I rewrote my entire wedding day…

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Emma heard the words clearly.

“The letters.”

Silence.

Then someone whispered:

“I still can’t believe she kept them all.”

The women laughed again.

Emma felt heat rise in her face.

Letters?

What letters?

The only letters she had ever kept were the ones she exchanged with Sophie as children.

Boxes full of memories.

Boxes nobody else should know about.

How did they continue reading …