For a terrible moment, I thought he would leave too.
But Samuel took my hand.
And the next morning, before our wedding ceremony began, she did something that shocked all the people present…
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PART 2
The next morning, our families and friends gathered in a small chapel.
I was wearing a simple white dress, but my hands kept shaking.
The last time I had dressed in white, my life had been destroyed before the sun came out.
Samuel noticed my fear and gently pressed my fingers.
“You’re not alone this time,” he whispered.
Before the officiant could begin, Samuel stepped forward and turned to the guests.
“There’s something everyone should hear before I marry Clara,” he said.
The room was completely silent.
My parents were sitting near the back row. They had reluctantly accepted the invitation, though my father had barely addressed the word to me since his arrival.
Samuel held the old letter in one hand.
“Many years ago, Clara was tried for something that was never her fault,” she said. People called her a liar and disgraced, though she was just a girl who needed protection.
A murmur went through the room.
Samuel continued:
“The adults around her chose reputation rather than truth. They chose silence instead of protecting her. And then, when the truth became impossible to hide, they blamed the girl instead of blaming the person who hurt her.
My mother lowered her head.
My father stared at the ground.
Samuel turned to me.
Clara is not here because her past defines her. He’s here because he survived him.
My eyes filled with tears.
“I’m not marrying a woman who has a shameful past,” he continued. I’m marrying the strongest and kindest person I’ve ever met.
Several guests started to cry.
Then the doors of the chapel were opened.
They all turned.
Adrian was in the back of the room.
He looked older than I remembered. His face was pale and the security he had once shown had disappeared.
For a moment, I was fifteen again.
I could almost hear the whispers of the village. I could feel the cold ground under my feet and see Margaret at the door, telling me that her son had left.
