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All Four of My Siblings Did Not Invite Me to Their Weddings — Only Now, as I’m Getting Married, Have I Found Out Why Prenesa Naidoo By Prenesa Naidoo Feb 18, 2025 11:49 A.M. Shareshare-button Lena has spent her whole life being excluded, left out of every sibling’s wedding, and treated like an afterthought. But when she refuses to invite them to hers, the truth finally comes out… Faced with betrayal, Lena makes a choice, one that leads to the happiest day of her life. Advertisement I used to dream about weddings. Not in the fairytale-princess way, with flowing white dresses and ballroom receptions. No, my dreams were much simpler. I just wanted to sit in the pews, watch my siblings exchange vows, and be part of their happiness. But I never got that chance. A woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney A woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney Because every single one of them left me out. Oak, my oldest brother, got married when I was ten. “You’re too young, Lena,” they said. Then at twelve, another wedding, but I was still not allowed. At fifteen, I begged Ivy, my sister, to make an exception, but she gave me that fake, sympathetic smile. Advertisement An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney “If I let you come, Lena, I’d have to let other kids come too. It wouldn’t be fair, you know that.” When would it be fair? I wondered for years. When I was seventeen, my brother, Silas, got married. By then, I had stopped caring. His twin brother, Ezra’s wedding happened soon after, and I didn’t even ask if I could attend. Honestly, what was the point? Why did I have to beg to be a part of my siblings’ big days? A couple at the altar | Source: Midjourney A couple at the altar | Source: Midjourney Advertisement But the heartbreaking part? My step-cousin, who had just turned eighteen, made the cut. And I didn’t. I sent a half-hearted congrats and spent the evening in my room with my boyfriend, Rowan, who’s now my fiancé. That was the last time I let myself feel hurt over them. An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney So when I started planning my wedding, I made a simple decision: None of them would be invited. “Are you sure, Lena?” Rowan asked when he looked at our wedding invitation mock-ups. “I know that they’ve been… problematic. But do you want to do the same thing? Or do you want to show them that you’re better than them? That you can do things differently?” Advertisement “I’m not inviting them, Rowan,” I said. “I want them to realize that their actions have consequences, and this is one of them. They don’t get to be there. They don’t get to share in our big day. They don’t get to laugh or cry or clap or throw rice and confetti. Nope.” Wedding invitations on a table | Source: Midjourney Wedding invitations on a table | Source: Midjourney “Whatever you want, my love,” he replied, pouring a glass of wine for me. “It’s just that we’re twenty-three years old, you know… We’re getting married young. And I don’t want you to regret not having your mother there.” I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “No regrets, Rowan. I promise.” So, the invitations went out, and it didn’t take long for my family to notice. Advertisement A glass of wine on a table | Source: Midjourney A glass of wine on a table | Source: Midjourney They stormed my apartment like a SWAT team, demanding answers from me. “Why didn’t we get an invite to your wedding, Lena?” Oak asked, his arms crossed. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed right back. I had waited for this moment. I had waited years for this moment… A man standing with his arms folded | Source: Midjourney A man standing with his arms folded | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “You didn’t want me at your weddings. Literally none of you wanted me there. So, guess what? I don’t want you at mine. It’s simple logic.” Silence took over my apartment. Their faces flickered between confusion and outrage. “That’s different!” Ivy snapped after a moment. “There was alcohol and rowdy uncles! We were protecting you, Lena!” A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney I laughed. It came out ugly and bitter. “I didn’t care about the party. I wanted to see you get married. You guys are my family. My older siblings, who I loved most in the world. All I wanted was to be included.” Advertisement Then, my mother, Marigold, stepped in. “This is cruel!” she shouted, her voice shrill. “I want all my kids together on your beautiful day! Lena!” I tilted my head. An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney “That’s ironic, Mom,” I said, glancing at my siblings. “But you really didn’t seem to care when I was left out of their beautiful days.” The guilt was starting to creep in. I could see it on their faces. My siblings exchanged awkward glances, shifting on their feet. I could feel it. The discomfort and the realization. “It wasn’t personal, Lena,” Oak muttered. Advertisement I let that hang in the air for a moment. A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney “It was personal to me,” I said. Another silence. More shifting. Ivy tried to get my dog’s attention. He ignored her. Finally, I sighed, wanting answers. Or a resolution of some kind. We couldn’t go on like this. “You know what? Fine. I’ll invite you. But only on one condition.” A dog sitting on a carpet | Source: Midjourney A dog sitting on a carpet | Source: Midjourney Advertisement They perked up instantly, desperate for a way to fix this. “What is it?” my mother asked. “Tell me everything. No lies. No bullshit. Just the truth. Tell me, why was I really never included?” I folded my arms tighter. For a second, I thought of how rude I’d been, I hadn’t offered my family any tea or coffee. But that thought flew away quickly when I realized why they were here. A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney They all went quiet. Too quiet. And my stomach twisted. There was more to this. I could sense it. Advertisement Then, Oak rubbed his beard and exhaled sharply. “You really don’t know, do you?” he said. “Know what?” A weird tension filled the room. My siblings all exchanged looks, as if daring one another to be the one to speak. A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney What could they know that I was so in the dark about? What secret had been so well hidden that the thought of uttering it aloud shocked my siblings? Then, finally, Ivy sat down, clasping her hands in her lap. “Lena… you’re not actually our sister.” Advertisement Her words hit me like a slap to the face. “What?” I gasped, feeling faint. An upset woman | Source: Midjourney An upset woman | Source: Midjourney “You’re our cousin,” Ivy continued. “Our dad’s brother was raising you alone when he got sick and passed on. Mom and Dad took you in. But… we don’t know who or where your mother is.” The room started spinning. “No. That’s not… That is not true! You’re pranking me, Ivy!” My father, Ellis, stared at the floor. He was sitting on the armchair that he always sat on when he came to my apartment. His silent pose commanded authority, but now? Advertisement A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney Now, he just looked like a broken man. “Darling, we were going to tell you one day…” “When?!” my voice cracked. “When I turned forty? Fifty? Sixty? On my deathbed? Or when you thought I was ready?” Nobody spoke. They barely took breaths. And then, the final knife to the heart came from Ezra. A man sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “We were just kids. And you, Lena. My God. You needed attention. You weren’t our sibling, so we kind of distanced ourselves. I’m sure you felt it. But I guess you thought it was the age thing, huh?” I turned to look at him slowly, barely recognizing the person in front of me. “You distanced yourselves?” my voice was eerily calm. “You mean you decided that I wasn’t family.” He didn’t deny it. A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney I let out a slow, shaky breath, gripping the back of the chair beside me. I needed something to ground me. My entire life, I had been fighting to be part of something that was never mine in the first place. Advertisement I wasn’t their sister. I wasn’t… I was just… the kid they tolerated. I barely remember leaving. I just walked out of my house and into the evening air, and I kept walking. I don’t know how long I wandered, but eventually, I ended up on the curb outside Rowan’s apartment. A woman walking down a street | Source: Midjourney A woman walking down a street | Source: Midjourney Four blocks away from my own apartment. I sat there, numb, watching the traffic lights change from red to green, over and over, like my brain was stuck in a loop. At some point, the door creaked open. Footsteps. Then warmth. Rowan’s hoodie draping over my shoulders as he crouched beside me. Advertisement A traffic light | Source: Midjourney A traffic light | Source: Midjourney He didn’t ask what happened. He just sat next to me, close enough that our knees touched, close enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone in this world. For a long time, I just stared at the cracks in the pavement, trying to breathe around the ache in my chest. Finally, I found my voice. “I don’t think I exist,” I whispered. “Lena…” Rowan didn’t flinch, but he held me tighter. Cracks in a pavement | Source: Midjourney Cracks in a pavement | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “I mean, I do. But not really… I don’t belong anywhere,” I continued. “I spent my whole life trying to prove that I was part of them. But I was never their sister. I was never even an afterthought.” Rowan exhaled slowly. I knew that he was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. And honestly? I wasn’t giving him much. Just bits and pieces as they came out of my mouth. “What do you need?” he asked in the quietest voice. A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney “I don’t know. I thought I needed a wedding, love. A big, perfect day where they had to sit in the audience and watch me for once. I thought that would make it even.” I turned to look at him. His face was soft in the streetlight glow, patient as always. Advertisement “But I don’t care anymore,” I added. “I don’t want to stand at the altar thinking about them. I don’t want them sitting there, pretending that they love me when all they ever did was tolerate me.” A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney Rowan’s fingers brushed against mine. “Then don’t.” “What?” “Don’t give them your day, Lena,” he said. He turned, fully facing me now. A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “Let them keep their fake apologies and guilty stares. Let them live with it. But you?” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You don’t owe them a performance, my love. You don’t need an audience to be happy.” His words cracked something open inside me. I had spent years trying to fit into a space that didn’t want me. Years trying to make them see me, value me, and love me the way I had loved them. But Rowan had always seen me. Not because he had to. But because he chose to. A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney The realization made my breath hitch. “Let’s not do the wedding,” I said. Advertisement Rowan searched my face, as if making sure I really meant it. “Are you sure?” I nodded, heart pounding. “We were only doing it because we thought the other wanted it. But a big wedding isn’t us. It never was.” A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney He smiled. Slow, steady, warm. “No, it wasn’t.” I hesitated. “Then, what do you want to do?” Rowan tilted his head slightly, thinking. Then, without hesitation— Advertisement A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney “I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.” The breath left my lungs in a sharp exhale. He took my hands, rubbing slow circles over my knuckles. “I don’t care where it happens, or when, or who’s watching. I just want you, Lena. That’s it. That’s the whole dream.” My vision blurred with tears and I twisted my engagement ring. An engagement ring on a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney An engagement ring on a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney Advertisement For years, I had been chasing the wrong people, begging them to love me. But this man? The one sitting beside me in the cold, the one offering me a lifetime of love without conditions… he was the only one I had ever truly needed. I squeezed his hand back and closed my eyes. Feeling settled. “Then, let’s elope.” A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney His lips curled into the softest, most real smile I had ever seen. “Hell yes!” And just like that, for the first time in my life, I made a choice that was only for me. Advertisement The courthouse smelled like old paper and fresh ink. The exterior of a courthouse | Source: Midjourney The exterior of a courthouse | Source: Midjourney It wasn’t grand. No towering stained-glass windows, no aisle lined with flowers, no teary-eyed audience. It was just Rowan and me, standing before a city clerk in a quiet, sunlit office. And yet, I had never felt so much joy. “Are you ready?” he murmured, searching my face. The interior of an office | Source: Midjourney The interior of an office | Source: Midjourney Advertisement I nodded. “More than ever.” The officiant smiled and cleared her throat. “We’ll keep it simple. Do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Rowan’s lip twitched. “Absolutely.” A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A laugh bubbled up in my chest. Then the officiant turned to me. “And do you, Lena, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Advertisement I looked at Rowan, my heart so full it ached. “With everything I have.” “Then, by the power vested in me by the state of…” A smiling man | Source: Midjourney A smiling man | Source: Midjourney I didn’t hear the rest. Because Rowan was already kissing me, deep and soft, like he had been waiting his whole life to do it. And maybe he had. Maybe I had, too. “Usually, people wait until I say ‘I now pronounce you…'” the clerk coughed politely. We signed the papers, took our rings out of Rowan’s pocket, and slid them onto each other’s fingers. Just like that, it was done. Advertisement A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney No forced smiles. No fake congratulations. No people in the audience pretending to love me. Just me and the man who had never, ever made me feel like an afterthought. As we stepped outside, the sun hit my face, warm and golden, like the universe itself was telling me something. You made the right choice. And it was true. A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney Advertisement If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you | Ivy never expects to be left out of her best friend’s wedding until she crashes it and learns the shocking truth. The groom? Someone she’s known all her life. The betrayal? Unforgivable. As her past collides with her present, Ivy must decide: walk away for good or confront the groom. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. 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Lena has spent her whole life being excluded, left out of every sibling’s wedding, and treated like an afterthought. But when she refuses to invite them to hers, the truth …

All Four of My Siblings Did Not Invite Me to Their Weddings — Only Now, as I’m Getting Married, Have I Found Out Why Prenesa Naidoo By Prenesa Naidoo Feb 18, 2025 11:49 A.M. Shareshare-button Lena has spent her whole life being excluded, left out of every sibling’s wedding, and treated like an afterthought. But when she refuses to invite them to hers, the truth finally comes out… Faced with betrayal, Lena makes a choice, one that leads to the happiest day of her life. Advertisement I used to dream about weddings. Not in the fairytale-princess way, with flowing white dresses and ballroom receptions. No, my dreams were much simpler. I just wanted to sit in the pews, watch my siblings exchange vows, and be part of their happiness. But I never got that chance. A woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney A woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney Because every single one of them left me out. Oak, my oldest brother, got married when I was ten. “You’re too young, Lena,” they said. Then at twelve, another wedding, but I was still not allowed. At fifteen, I begged Ivy, my sister, to make an exception, but she gave me that fake, sympathetic smile. Advertisement An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney “If I let you come, Lena, I’d have to let other kids come too. It wouldn’t be fair, you know that.” When would it be fair? I wondered for years. When I was seventeen, my brother, Silas, got married. By then, I had stopped caring. His twin brother, Ezra’s wedding happened soon after, and I didn’t even ask if I could attend. Honestly, what was the point? Why did I have to beg to be a part of my siblings’ big days? A couple at the altar | Source: Midjourney A couple at the altar | Source: Midjourney Advertisement But the heartbreaking part? My step-cousin, who had just turned eighteen, made the cut. And I didn’t. I sent a half-hearted congrats and spent the evening in my room with my boyfriend, Rowan, who’s now my fiancé. That was the last time I let myself feel hurt over them. An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney So when I started planning my wedding, I made a simple decision: None of them would be invited. “Are you sure, Lena?” Rowan asked when he looked at our wedding invitation mock-ups. “I know that they’ve been… problematic. But do you want to do the same thing? Or do you want to show them that you’re better than them? That you can do things differently?” Advertisement “I’m not inviting them, Rowan,” I said. “I want them to realize that their actions have consequences, and this is one of them. They don’t get to be there. They don’t get to share in our big day. They don’t get to laugh or cry or clap or throw rice and confetti. Nope.” Wedding invitations on a table | Source: Midjourney Wedding invitations on a table | Source: Midjourney “Whatever you want, my love,” he replied, pouring a glass of wine for me. “It’s just that we’re twenty-three years old, you know… We’re getting married young. And I don’t want you to regret not having your mother there.” I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “No regrets, Rowan. I promise.” So, the invitations went out, and it didn’t take long for my family to notice. Advertisement A glass of wine on a table | Source: Midjourney A glass of wine on a table | Source: Midjourney They stormed my apartment like a SWAT team, demanding answers from me. “Why didn’t we get an invite to your wedding, Lena?” Oak asked, his arms crossed. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed right back. I had waited for this moment. I had waited years for this moment… A man standing with his arms folded | Source: Midjourney A man standing with his arms folded | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “You didn’t want me at your weddings. Literally none of you wanted me there. So, guess what? I don’t want you at mine. It’s simple logic.” Silence took over my apartment. Their faces flickered between confusion and outrage. “That’s different!” Ivy snapped after a moment. “There was alcohol and rowdy uncles! We were protecting you, Lena!” A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney I laughed. It came out ugly and bitter. “I didn’t care about the party. I wanted to see you get married. You guys are my family. My older siblings, who I loved most in the world. All I wanted was to be included.” Advertisement Then, my mother, Marigold, stepped in. “This is cruel!” she shouted, her voice shrill. “I want all my kids together on your beautiful day! Lena!” I tilted my head. An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney “That’s ironic, Mom,” I said, glancing at my siblings. “But you really didn’t seem to care when I was left out of their beautiful days.” The guilt was starting to creep in. I could see it on their faces. My siblings exchanged awkward glances, shifting on their feet. I could feel it. The discomfort and the realization. “It wasn’t personal, Lena,” Oak muttered. Advertisement I let that hang in the air for a moment. A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney “It was personal to me,” I said. Another silence. More shifting. Ivy tried to get my dog’s attention. He ignored her. Finally, I sighed, wanting answers. Or a resolution of some kind. We couldn’t go on like this. “You know what? Fine. I’ll invite you. But only on one condition.” A dog sitting on a carpet | Source: Midjourney A dog sitting on a carpet | Source: Midjourney Advertisement They perked up instantly, desperate for a way to fix this. “What is it?” my mother asked. “Tell me everything. No lies. No bullshit. Just the truth. Tell me, why was I really never included?” I folded my arms tighter. For a second, I thought of how rude I’d been, I hadn’t offered my family any tea or coffee. But that thought flew away quickly when I realized why they were here. A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney They all went quiet. Too quiet. And my stomach twisted. There was more to this. I could sense it. Advertisement Then, Oak rubbed his beard and exhaled sharply. “You really don’t know, do you?” he said. “Know what?” A weird tension filled the room. My siblings all exchanged looks, as if daring one another to be the one to speak. A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney What could they know that I was so in the dark about? What secret had been so well hidden that the thought of uttering it aloud shocked my siblings? Then, finally, Ivy sat down, clasping her hands in her lap. “Lena… you’re not actually our sister.” Advertisement Her words hit me like a slap to the face. “What?” I gasped, feeling faint. An upset woman | Source: Midjourney An upset woman | Source: Midjourney “You’re our cousin,” Ivy continued. “Our dad’s brother was raising you alone when he got sick and passed on. Mom and Dad took you in. But… we don’t know who or where your mother is.” The room started spinning. “No. That’s not… That is not true! You’re pranking me, Ivy!” My father, Ellis, stared at the floor. He was sitting on the armchair that he always sat on when he came to my apartment. His silent pose commanded authority, but now? Advertisement A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney Now, he just looked like a broken man. “Darling, we were going to tell you one day…” “When?!” my voice cracked. “When I turned forty? Fifty? Sixty? On my deathbed? Or when you thought I was ready?” Nobody spoke. They barely took breaths. And then, the final knife to the heart came from Ezra. A man sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “We were just kids. And you, Lena. My God. You needed attention. You weren’t our sibling, so we kind of distanced ourselves. I’m sure you felt it. But I guess you thought it was the age thing, huh?” I turned to look at him slowly, barely recognizing the person in front of me. “You distanced yourselves?” my voice was eerily calm. “You mean you decided that I wasn’t family.” He didn’t deny it. A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney I let out a slow, shaky breath, gripping the back of the chair beside me. I needed something to ground me. My entire life, I had been fighting to be part of something that was never mine in the first place. Advertisement I wasn’t their sister. I wasn’t… I was just… the kid they tolerated. I barely remember leaving. I just walked out of my house and into the evening air, and I kept walking. I don’t know how long I wandered, but eventually, I ended up on the curb outside Rowan’s apartment. A woman walking down a street | Source: Midjourney A woman walking down a street | Source: Midjourney Four blocks away from my own apartment. I sat there, numb, watching the traffic lights change from red to green, over and over, like my brain was stuck in a loop. At some point, the door creaked open. Footsteps. Then warmth. Rowan’s hoodie draping over my shoulders as he crouched beside me. Advertisement A traffic light | Source: Midjourney A traffic light | Source: Midjourney He didn’t ask what happened. He just sat next to me, close enough that our knees touched, close enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone in this world. For a long time, I just stared at the cracks in the pavement, trying to breathe around the ache in my chest. Finally, I found my voice. “I don’t think I exist,” I whispered. “Lena…” Rowan didn’t flinch, but he held me tighter. Cracks in a pavement | Source: Midjourney Cracks in a pavement | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “I mean, I do. But not really… I don’t belong anywhere,” I continued. “I spent my whole life trying to prove that I was part of them. But I was never their sister. I was never even an afterthought.” Rowan exhaled slowly. I knew that he was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. And honestly? I wasn’t giving him much. Just bits and pieces as they came out of my mouth. “What do you need?” he asked in the quietest voice. A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney “I don’t know. I thought I needed a wedding, love. A big, perfect day where they had to sit in the audience and watch me for once. I thought that would make it even.” I turned to look at him. His face was soft in the streetlight glow, patient as always. Advertisement “But I don’t care anymore,” I added. “I don’t want to stand at the altar thinking about them. I don’t want them sitting there, pretending that they love me when all they ever did was tolerate me.” A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney Rowan’s fingers brushed against mine. “Then don’t.” “What?” “Don’t give them your day, Lena,” he said. He turned, fully facing me now. A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “Let them keep their fake apologies and guilty stares. Let them live with it. But you?” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You don’t owe them a performance, my love. You don’t need an audience to be happy.” His words cracked something open inside me. I had spent years trying to fit into a space that didn’t want me. Years trying to make them see me, value me, and love me the way I had loved them. But Rowan had always seen me. Not because he had to. But because he chose to. A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney The realization made my breath hitch. “Let’s not do the wedding,” I said. Advertisement Rowan searched my face, as if making sure I really meant it. “Are you sure?” I nodded, heart pounding. “We were only doing it because we thought the other wanted it. But a big wedding isn’t us. It never was.” A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney He smiled. Slow, steady, warm. “No, it wasn’t.” I hesitated. “Then, what do you want to do?” Rowan tilted his head slightly, thinking. Then, without hesitation— Advertisement A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A man sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney “I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.” The breath left my lungs in a sharp exhale. He took my hands, rubbing slow circles over my knuckles. “I don’t care where it happens, or when, or who’s watching. I just want you, Lena. That’s it. That’s the whole dream.” My vision blurred with tears and I twisted my engagement ring. An engagement ring on a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney An engagement ring on a woman’s hand | Source: Midjourney Advertisement For years, I had been chasing the wrong people, begging them to love me. But this man? The one sitting beside me in the cold, the one offering me a lifetime of love without conditions… he was the only one I had ever truly needed. I squeezed his hand back and closed my eyes. Feeling settled. “Then, let’s elope.” A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney A woman sitting on a sidewalk | Source: Midjourney His lips curled into the softest, most real smile I had ever seen. “Hell yes!” And just like that, for the first time in my life, I made a choice that was only for me. Advertisement The courthouse smelled like old paper and fresh ink. The exterior of a courthouse | Source: Midjourney The exterior of a courthouse | Source: Midjourney It wasn’t grand. No towering stained-glass windows, no aisle lined with flowers, no teary-eyed audience. It was just Rowan and me, standing before a city clerk in a quiet, sunlit office. And yet, I had never felt so much joy. “Are you ready?” he murmured, searching my face. The interior of an office | Source: Midjourney The interior of an office | Source: Midjourney Advertisement I nodded. “More than ever.” The officiant smiled and cleared her throat. “We’ll keep it simple. Do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Rowan’s lip twitched. “Absolutely.” A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A laugh bubbled up in my chest. Then the officiant turned to me. “And do you, Lena, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Advertisement I looked at Rowan, my heart so full it ached. “With everything I have.” “Then, by the power vested in me by the state of…” A smiling man | Source: Midjourney A smiling man | Source: Midjourney I didn’t hear the rest. Because Rowan was already kissing me, deep and soft, like he had been waiting his whole life to do it. And maybe he had. Maybe I had, too. “Usually, people wait until I say ‘I now pronounce you…'” the clerk coughed politely. We signed the papers, took our rings out of Rowan’s pocket, and slid them onto each other’s fingers. Just like that, it was done. Advertisement A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney No forced smiles. No fake congratulations. No people in the audience pretending to love me. Just me and the man who had never, ever made me feel like an afterthought. As we stepped outside, the sun hit my face, warm and golden, like the universe itself was telling me something. You made the right choice. And it was true. A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney Advertisement If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you | Ivy never expects to be left out of her best friend’s wedding until she crashes it and learns the shocking truth. The groom? Someone she’s known all her life. The betrayal? Unforgivable. As her past collides with her present, Ivy must decide: walk away for good or confront the groom. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher. 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