Five years after my wife’s death, my daughter and I went to my best friend’s wedding. But when he lifted the bride’s veil, everything fell apart.
Mark had dragged me to a party years ago, insisting it would lift me out of my grief. That’s when I met Natalie — stunning, out of place, and utterly magnetic. Against all odds, we fell in love, married, and had our daughter, Emma.
But our simple life wore on her. Natalie came from money and eventually resented the sacrifices. One day, I came home to an empty apartment. She was gone. A note in Emma’s crib read, “I want a divorce… You can keep her.”
Months later, her family told me she died in a car crash. I mourned her. I raised Emma alone, finished my degree, and built a successful architecture firm from scratch. Emma was my whole world.
Then came the wedding invitation — my old friend Stefan was getting married.
