I Married the Man Who Bullied Me in High School Because He Swore He’d Changed – but on Our Wedding Night, He Said, “Finally… I’m Ready to Tell You the Truth”
I wasn’t shaking. And that surprised me more than I expected. Sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, I pressed a cotton pad gently to my cheek, wiping off the blush that had smudged from all the dancing. My reflection looked calm, almost unnervingly calm. Too calm. My dress, loosened at the back where I’d unzipped it halfway, slid from one shoulder. The room smelled of jasmine, burned tea lights, and the faintest hint of my vanilla-scented lotion. I wasn’t shaking. I wasn’t lonely either. Not really. I felt… suspended.