I Married the Man Who Saved My Life
He shook his head. “I can’t. Not yet. I just needed you to know that I’m responsible.”
“I was scared.”
“Responsible for what?”
He stood up abruptly.
“I need some air.”
“Ryan, don’t walk away from me!”
But he did. He left the bedroom, and I heard the front door close.
I sat there alone, my wedding dress still on, trying to understand what had just happened.
He left the bedroom, and I heard the front door close.
Ryan came back an hour later.
He apologized. Said he shouldn’t have dropped that on me on our wedding night. But he wouldn’t explain further.
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