“Maybe you love me… but you never protected me.”
And that was the end of it.
The ceremony was canceled. The guests began to leave. Some offered their support in silence.
Sofia went upstairs to her room.
There, finally, she broke down.
She cried for the lost love. For the wedding. For the life that would never be.
But above all… she cried because she realized something:
If she got married that day… she would betray herself.
Part 4: A New Beginning
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An hour later, she went downstairs with her parents.
They were still there.
Waiting for her.
Without judging her.
Her mother hugged her. Her father offered her a place to go home.
And for the first time, “home” didn’t sound like failure… but like refuge.
Before leaving, Sofia walked through the empty living room.
The flowers were still untouched. The tables were set. As if nothing had happened.
But in one corner… the chairs where her parents had sat were still there.
Proof of everything.
She picked up a card from the main table.
