I flew home at dawn, my heart full but heavy. Robert was waiting for me, anxious and exhausted. Before he could speak, I told him I already knew. I had followed him. We stood in silence for a moment, then apologized—him, for not telling me sooner; me, for not giving him the chance.
We still got married. And in the end, I didn’t just marry someone I loved. I married someone willing to face his past with honesty and begin our future with clarity. That honesty made all the difference.