I Went to Say Goodbye — But Found a Secret That Almost Ruined My Wedding
The Shadow of the Past
Tomorrow, I’m marrying Emily — the woman who waited for me patiently for three long years. Everything’s ready. Both families have poured their hearts into this wedding.
But deep down, a shadow still lingers — the memory of my first wife, Sarah, who passed away in a car accident four years ago.
That day is carved into me like a scar.
Sarah had gone out early to pick up groceries for my dad’s memorial dinner. Then came the call that shattered everything:
“Sir, your wife was in an accident… we did everything we could.”
When I arrived, her body was already still. Her face — peaceful, almost smiling — was the last image I saw before the world fell apart.
For a year, I lived like a ghost.
The house we built together turned cold and silent. Her scent still lingered in the closet, and every time I opened it, I’d break down again.
Friends told me to move on. My mother said, “You’re too young to be alone forever.”
But I couldn’t. I thought love had died with Sarah.
The Woman Who Waited
Then Emily came into my life.
She was a new hire at the company, five years younger, with a calm kindness that never demanded anything. She didn’t try to make me forget. She simply stayed.
When I fell silent remembering Sarah, Emily would quietly bring me tea. When city noises triggered old memories, she’d take my hand until I could breathe again.
She never pushed. Never questioned. Just waited — with a patience that both comforted and humbled me.
Three years later, I finally felt ready. I asked her to marry me.
But before taking that step, I felt I owed Sarah a visit — to clean her grave, light a candle, and tell her I was ready to keep living.
The Cemetery Encounter
It was drizzling that afternoon.
The cemetery in Seattle was empty, except for the rustle of leaves. I brought white lilies and a small lantern. Kneeling before her headstone, I whispered:
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