I’m Tessa. Until three weeks ago, I thought my life was perfect—I was 35 and about to marry Jared, the man of my dreams.
We met two years ago and fell in love quickly. Wedding planning went smoothly, and everything seemed perfect—until a week before the wedding, Jared started acting distant.
Then I learned from a groomsman that Jared’s “bachelor trip” was actually a “closure trip” with his ex, Miranda.
Devastated, I called Liam, my college ex, and asked him to help me confront Jared. At the airport, Jared was shocked to see us together.
Liam and I reconnected on the trip to Cabo and realized we still belonged together. Months later, he moved here and proposed. We married quietly the next spring.
Jared sent me one last message: “Guess your closure worked.” It definitely did.
