I was at the altar, ready to marry Ryan, the man I thought I loved—until his mother handed me a letter minutes before the ceremony. It was from my birth mom, written over 20 years ago, saying she never wanted to give me up. Dana had kept it hidden all this time… and chose that moment to reveal it, saying I wasn’t “good enough” for her son.
So when the priest asked, I said, “I don’t.”
I made her read that letter in front of everyone. Ryan looked shocked. But he’d always let her control everything, and I realized that wouldn’t change.
I walked out of that church and into a new chapter.
I stayed with a friend, met someone kind, and started searching for my birth mom. I found her—Elena. She cried the moment we met. We’re building something real now.
Ryan emailed once. I didn’t reply.
That wedding wasn’t a disaster. It was a rescue.
Real love doesn’t shrink you—it makes space for every part of who you are.
