Standing at my own wedding, I was blissfully unaware that my world was about to shatter. A single outburst from my bridesmaid changed everything, revealing a hidden betrayal that forced me to confront the painful truth and embark on a path of self-discovery and renewal.
I met Derek five years ago during our sophomore year of college. It was one of those cliché moments where you bump into someone and papers fly everywhere. Except, in our case, it was a stack of books, and one of them hit me square in the face.
A woman bumps into a man on a college campus and books are scattered around them | Source: Midjourney
“I’m so sorry!” he had said, scrambling to gather the books. I laughed it off, nursing a slight bruise on my forehead. From that moment, Derek and I were inseparable.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect, far from it. Derek was the classic commitment-phobe. Every time our relationship seemed to hit a new milestone, he found a way to dodge it. Moving in together? He claimed his apartment was too small….