If I hadn’t uploaded those wedding photos, maybe none of this would’ve unraveled.
Ben and I had been married for just seventeen days.
We were still floating in that newlywed haze where everything feels unreal in the best way—his toothbrush beside mine, leftover slices of wedding cake tucked into the fridge, friends still calling to tell us how perfect the ceremony had been.
I was never someone who craved grand gestures, but that day felt holy. Not only because we’d finally said our vows, but because of who Ben had been to me up until then: steady, attentive, and observant in a way that made me feel deliberately chosen.
“I see you, Ella,” he’d told me once. “And because of that… I know we’d be unstoppable together.”
My best friend Kayla had always been uneasy about him. She said he seemed too controlled, like he practiced emotions instead of actually feeling them.
Ben rarely spoke about Rachel, his first wife—and when he did, it was always in fragments.
“She liked red wine.”
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