Two hours after my ex-husband said “I do,” he walked into my hospital room with his bride still wearing her wedding dress.

arms.

“What we had,” I said, “was a life where I kept saving you and you kept calling me weak.”

His face twisted.

“I loved you.”

“No,” I said. “You loved what my silence protected.”

He had no answer.

Security escorted him out past the wedding guests, past the photographer, past the flowers still pinned to his jacket. Celeste did not follow him.

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