“Is she lying?”
I had discovered who he really was before I married him.
There was a difference.
And for the first time since the funeral, I didn’t feel like a grieving fiancée.
I felt like Meredith again.
So here is the real question: When someone lets you grieve a life they never lost, do you still want answers, or is walking away the only closure you need?
Enjoyed this story? Here’s another one for you: The funeral wreath was only the first sign that something was terribly wrong with my wedding. By the time the truth came out, I realized someone hadn’t just tried to stop the ceremony—they’d uncovered a secret my family had hidden from me my entire life.
Colleen said nothing, and Sarah’s face immediately changed.
“Ms. Colleen?”
Still nothing.
Then Adrian appeared at the far end of the hallway.
He stopped when he saw me.
For the first time that day, he looked terrified.
“Meredith.”
I turned toward him.
“You finally remembered my name.”
Sarah stepped forward. “Please tell me she’s lying.”
Adrian looked at his mother.
“Thank you.”
“Before you walk down that aisle, there’s something you need to know.”
Her smile disappeared.
Colleen whispered my name.
I ignored her.
Sarah glanced between us.
“What are you talking about?”
I told her.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
I told her Adrian had been engaged to me three months earlier.
I told her about the accident.
I told her about the closed casket.
I told her that I had attended his funeral.
Sarah stared at me.
“That’s impossible.”
She looked nervous and happy.
She also looked completely unaware.
That changed everything.
I had imagined storming into the ceremony and humiliating Adrian.
But Sarah wasn’t my enemy.
If she knew the truth, that was one thing.
If she didn’t, she was about to marry the same liar I had almost married.
I slowly made my way toward her then.
Colleen followed me.
“Meredith, don’t.”
Sarah looked up.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m the florist.”
She smiled faintly.
“The flowers are beautiful.”
