I never thought a photo could knock me off my feet. But there I was, staring at it, heart pounding.
I married young for love. Thomas and I dreamed we’d grow together, sharing laughter and lean times. But as years passed, our dreams diverged— I craved stability, he wanted freedom. Our talks grew silent, our connection faded.
One night, I told him, “I don’t want to pretend anymore.” He said he just didn’t want to fight. That was the end. We quietly divorced, promising to co-parent our son, David.
Years later, Thomas dropped David off and told me he was getting married. Then he showed me a photo. My heart shattered.
He was marrying my sister.
I wasn’t angry he moved on. But my own sister? After everything? I needed time. Everything I thought I’d let go of came rushing back. And for the first time in years, I didn’t know how to move forward.