Nobody knew. Neither my mom nor my sister nor my friends. Nobody.
I was sitting in the hall among the guests, with the hairstyle I had spent three hours on, wearing the dress my sister and I had chosen — and trying to hold my breath.
He was standing in front of the altar. My sister’s groom. And my ex-boyfriend, whom I loved even after we broke up.
We dated a few years ago. He was a dreamer then, wrote music, said he loved me — but he left because “it wasn’t the right time for a relationship.” I suffered a lot for him and never met anyone else after the breakup.
When he showed up with my sister at a family dinner two years later… I nearly fainted. They were happy. I was panicking. But I stayed silent. I kept all the wedding preparations inside me. I was afraid my sister would never forgive me, I just didn’t want to ruin their happy life. I was afraid of family judgment.
And now I was sitting at their wedding as a witness, forcing a smile. It hurt unbearably. For losing love, for deceiving a loved one.
And when it was time to exchange vows, the groom looked at my sister. Then — at me. And aloud said something that shocked all the guests, including me…
— “Forgive me.”
Everyone froze.
My sister looked at him confused. He sighed and said:
— I can’t marry because all this time I was deceiving both myself and you. Ella, I haven’t stopped loving you. If you can, forgive me and let’s talk.
The hall exploded with shouts. My sister looked at me with tears in her eyes.
I said nothing. Just stood up and left. I couldn’t build happiness on someone else’s pain, much less forgive his betrayal.
Two days later he left for another country.
My sister stopped talking to me. And now I don’t know what to do.
Maybe you can help me with advice?
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