He showed up at his father’s house, furious.
Unfortunately, I was the only one home when he started pounding on the door.
“You think this is going to work?” he said when I opened it.
“I’m not doing this,” I replied, trying to close the door, but he jammed his foot in the frame.
“You already did, you [expletive]! Marrying my father?!”
I said nothing.
Sean let out a quiet laugh. “This isn’t over!”
Then he walked away.
Sean didn’t come to the wedding. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was my children.
The ceremony was small and quick.
I didn’t feel like a bride. I felt like someone signing something permanent without fully understanding it.
Jonathan held my hand through most of it. Lila kept asking when we were going home.
When we returned to the house, the kids ran inside ahead of us.
The door closed behind us, leaving Peter and me alone for the first time as husband and wife.
He turned to me.
“Now that there’s no going back, I can finally tell you why I married you.”
I exhaled slowly, bracing myself.
“You asked me for something years ago,” Peter said. “And I never forgot.”
I frowned. “What’re you talking about?”
“It was after Sean disappeared for a couple of days. The kids were still little.”
And just like that, I remembered.
Jonathan had been about three. Lila was still in a crib.
Sean had vanished for two days. No calls. Nothing.
By the second night, I couldn’t pretend it was normal anymore.
So I called Peter.
“I haven’t heard from him,” I said.
“I’ll come by.”
He arrived not long after.
Later that night, after putting the kids to bed, I went outside and sat on the back steps. Peter came out with a blanket and sat beside me.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” I told him. “If this falls apart… I have no one. I just don’t want my kids growing up thinking I disappeared. If something happens… promise me you won’t let that happen?”
“I won’t,” he said.
Back in the present, I crossed my arms.
“You remember that?”
“I remember everything about that night,” Peter replied.
“And that’s why you married me?”
“That’s where it began. Not where it ended.”
Something in his voice made me uneasy.
“What do you mean?”
“Sean wasn’t just waiting for things to fall apart,” Peter said. “He was counting on it.”
My stomach tightened.
“No, I would’ve fought—”
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