The morning sun poured through the beautiful stained glass windows, filling the room with colorful light that danced over my white wedding gown. I gazed at my reflection, feeling excitement bubble up inside me. Today was the day I had been dreaming about—my wedding day! “You look absolutely radiant, Esther!” my best friend and maid of honor, Lia, exclaimed with a big smile as she adjusted my veil. I couldn’t help but smile back. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening! I’m actually getting married!” Lia helped me into my wheelchair,

What started as a simple afternoon of unwrapping wedding gifts quickly spiraled into a shocking revelation about my husband, James—a truth he had hidden for years. “Ugh, why am I even doing this?” I grumbled to myself, tearing through yet another layer of wrapping paper. Hours had passed, and James wasn’t even here to help me. I tossed another toaster aside and sighed. “This is endless.” Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it—a small black box with gold trim, tucked neatly between the other gifts. I