Cody broke down completely.
Ryan looked at me with so much gratitude and love that it hurt.
“You forgive me too?” he asked softly.
Cody broke down completely.
“I forgive you for hiding the truth. But Ryan, we can’t start a marriage with secrets. If we’re going to make this work, you need to be honest with me. About everything.”
“I will. I promise.”
I reached for his hand.
“And you’re not responsible for what happened to me. You saved my life. That’s what matters.”
He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.
Marie wiped her tears. “I think we should give you guys some space.”
“Ryan, we can’t start a marriage with secrets.”
That night, Ryan and I went home.
We sat on the couch together, my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I ruined our wedding night,” he said.
“You didn’t ruin it. You just made it complicated.”
“Are we going to be okay?”
I thought about it. About everything we’d been through. About the lies and the truth and the messy, complicated love between us.
“Are we going to be okay?”
“Yeah, we’re going to be okay.”
Love isn’t perfect. It’s not built on fairy tales or easy answers.
It’s built on truth. On forgiveness. On choosing each other even when it’s hard.
Some truths break you. Some set you free. Ours did both.
Love isn’t perfect. It’s not built on fairy tales or easy answers.
