When I opened it and discovered a ring box, a love note, and red lace underwear, my curiosity gave way to fear.
It wasn’t mine.
The words blurred in front of my eyes.
For months, I’d felt him pulling away—hushed phone calls, distant glances, forgotten anniversaries.
I had braced for heartbreak. But then came applause.
Jeffrey returned down the aisle holding roses, knelt beside me, and asked me to marry him again.
It wasn’t betrayal.
It was a vow renewal, a surprise months in the making.
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