The day of Stella and Nicolas’s wedding dawned bright and clear, the early morning light casting a golden hue over the town. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a buzz of excitement that seemed to touch everyone except me. I stood by the window of my hotel room, staring out at the perfectly blue sky, but my thoughts were far from peaceful.
I had woken up with a heavy heart, the events of the other night playing over and over in my mind. The guilt, the passion, the betrayal, the rejection—all of it weighed on me like a leaden blanket.
Chris had left early that morning to help with some last-minute preparations, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I hadn’t been able to look him in the eye, the guilt of my actions gnawing at me from the inside. How could I stand by and watch my best fr……
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