The day of the wedding, I put on my most expensive designer dress and stepped into my glossy car. The moment I walked into the reception hall, I could feel eyes turning toward me. My chin lifted. I felt triumphant.
The Groom I Never Expected
The groom stood at the altar in a simple beige suit. No designer label, no ostentation. But his face — his smile — stopped me in my tracks.
I moved closer, my heels clicking on the floor. Then my stomach dropped.
It was Emilio.
Memories of a Man I Overlooked
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