With just one week left before our wedding, I was completely overwhelmed. Between work, last-minute details, and trying to keep everything together, I felt like I was barely managing.
Patrick and I were staying with my parents temporarily to save money before the big day.
That afternoon, I left work early—I just didn’t feel right. When I pulled into the driveway and quietly entered through the side door, I suddenly froze.
I could hear crying coming from the living room.
My heart raced as I crept closer. When I peeked around the corner, a wave of nausea hit me.
There was Patrick, kneeling on the floor, crying and begging.
My mom stood before him, expression cold and unreadable. Then, in a chillingly calm tone, she said,
“Alright. I won’t say anything — but only if you agree to one condition.”
Patrick’s voice broke. “Please, Diane. I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me.”
That was all it took. My stomach dropped, my head spun.
What was he hiding? What had happened?
I couldn’t stay silent any longer. I stepped into the room.
“Don’t do what?” I asked, my voice shaking.
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