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My Stepson Whispered, Do Not Marry Dad, Right Before the Wedding, What He Handed Me Shattered My Heart
On the morning of my wedding, I woke up believing I was stepping into a new life. The sunlight made my ivory dress glow where it hung by the window, my bridesmaids buzzed around me, and every detail looked picture-perfect. I smiled through the hair spray and last-minute touch-ups, trying to calm the jittery feeling rolling in my stomach. I told myself it was normal. First marriages come with naïve excitement; second chances come with deeper nerves. Meeting Paul had felt like fate — or at least something close enough. I’d been thirty-two, freshly bruised from a long, toxic relationship,…
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