At 28, I believed I could accomplish anything. I had a terrific job, amazing friends, and a close family. The most gratifying aspect was that I was merely weeks away from saying “I do” to Damian, the man I loved.
He made my life whole from the first time I met him, and even though his family didn’t like me, we chose to become married.
When he told his parents he was dating me, he had to deal with a lot. They didn’t think I was a good match for their son for whatever reason and tried to break us up.
Damian passed out at the chapel on the day of our wedding and never woke up. What was supposed to be the finest day of my life turned into a nightmare and a heartbreak I thought I could never get over.
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It was too much for me to handle that they blamed me for his death.
A few days later, I tried to get away from my pain by calling a taxi and walking about the city until I could figure out what to do next.
But as soon as I got inside the taxi, I heard a voice I knew. “Put on your seatbelt.” Damian did it. He was standing in front of me, and he was very much alive.
I believed I was going crazy at that point. “But… you died,” I murmured, stunned and scarcely able to speak.
He stopped the car and told her everything. His family, who were very wealthy and influential, became involved in some dirty business and wanted to take him along. One reason they didn’t like me was that they couldn’t get Damian to do the “dirty” things they did when I was with him.
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On the day of the wedding, he used a specific medicine that slowed his heart rate, allowing him to fake the fall, the hospital visit, and even the funeral. The casket was empty, and I had grieved a man who wasn’t really dead.
I was frustrated, enraged, and crying. Even though I understood that Dad acted to make us happy, I couldn’t move beyond the anguish I felt when I believed he was dead.
He begged me to forgive him and asked me to start over somewhere outside of the city where we resided.
I wasn’t sure if I could forgive him. I needed some time to think about everything.
I called him after a few months. I was still angry, but I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
We live peacefully by the sea now, away from anyone who knows our past.
