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The wedding had gone off without a hitch—until Dad suddenly squeezed my hand and whispered, “I have something I need to tell you… about Emily and David.” My heart pounded. What could possibly have gone wrong on her perfect day?
Dad’s face was a mask of sorrow and guilt. He hesitated, then said he’d discovered something about David—something he’d kept secret until now because Emily’s wedding day was meant to be sacred. My throat tightened as he revealed the truth: David had another family, a wife and child in a different city.
I gasped. How could this be real? Dad explained he’d quietly hired a private investigator. Suspicion had nagged at him—odd slips here and there—and today everything was confirmed. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“What do we do?” I whispered, torn by anger and disbelief but most of all protective of my sister, who was still blissfully unaware. Dad joined me in silence. For now, we promised to wait and tread carefully. Emily deserved honesty, love—but above all, she deserved the truth.
