I thought the worst thing a man could do to me was cheat. Then I married his best friend, the one who picked up the pieces and taught me what real love felt like. On our wedding night, in a hotel room that still smelled like flowers and champagne, he handed me an envelope that changed everything.
I’m 32, my name is Harper, and I still can’t understand what happened on my wedding night.
If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be here, I would have laughed until I cried. But it’s real, and it is terrifying in a way that makes my bones feel hollow.
I met Ryan when we were 19, in a gross dorm hallway that always smelled like pizza and cheap beer. He was the loud one, the kind of guy who made everyone feel comfortable, and he could whip up a party in a second.
I was the quiet girl clutching a cracked phone, pretending to text so I didn’t have to talk to strangers.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
