One Week Before My Wedding, I Found My Fiancé on His Knees Before My Mother—Begging. What I Overheard Changed Everything.
Some moments in life feel like the ground just vanishes beneath your feet. One second, everything is solid—the next, you’re free-falling, grasping for something that isn’t there.
That was me. One week before my wedding.
The Man I Thought I Knew
That morning, I had woken up next to Patrick, kissed him on the cheek, and dove headfirst into my ever-growing wedding to-do list.
Flowers. Cake flavors. Seating charts.
“But babe, you know how much I love peanut butter frosting,” Patrick had whined over breakfast, flashing that boyish grin. “You have to add that extra tier for me!”
I had rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but deep down, I loved that about him.
Patrick was my rock—the man who had held me through my father’s passing, who made me grilled cheese sandwiches at 2 a.m. when I was drowning in deadlines.
The man I had built my future around.
The Moment It All Fell Apart
I wasn’t supposed to be home that afternoon.
A sudden wave of dizziness had sent me home early, wedding stress catching up with me. I expected to find Patrick in his usual spot—hunched over his laptop, working remotely from our study.
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