“I kept thinking if I told you too early, you’d leave before I had the chance to love you properly, Merry.”

“You stole my choice,” I whispered.

Callahan lowered his head.

“You let me marry you without telling me what you knew,” I snapped. “What you did.”

“I know.”

That was the unbearable part. He wasn’t hiding behind excuses. He knew exactly how deeply this truth would cut through me, and he still waited until vows and rings tied us together before confessing it.

Part of me wanted to scream at him. Another part still wanted to reach for him, because he was the same man who had called me beautiful five minutes earlier, and the contradiction split me right down the middle.

“I need air,” I whispered.

Callahan offered to sleep in the guest room. I barely heard him. I grabbed my coat and left with tears pouring down my face, a bride walking alone through the freezing night with wedding pins still in her hair and her entire life unraveling beneath lace.