As Diane bustled through the crowded streets, her mind was preoccupied with last-minute errands for her daughter Marissa’s wedding. The day was meant to be one of joy and celebration, but a gnawing sense of unease tugged at her. Diane had never quite warmed up to Stefan, Marissa’s fiancé. His charm, though impressive, felt a bit too rehearsed, as if he were accustomed to using it to his advantage without much effort.
Entering a café to take a breather, Diane’s world tilted when she spotted Stefan seated in a corner. He was with another woman, their chemistry palpable as they laughed and touched each other’s arms. Diane’s heart raced as she witnessed a tender kiss between them—an intimate gesture that left no room for doubt about their relationship. Her hands trembled as she discreetly snapped a photo on her phone, the image seared into her memory. When Stefan glanced up and their eyes met, it was as if the weight of his betrayal had been laid bare in that fleeting moment.
Diane quickly exited the café, her mind reeling. She knew she had to tell Marissa, but how could she shatter her daughter’s world just before the wedding? The drive home was a blur of anger and sorrow. When she reached her husband Brian, she relayed the devastating news in a clipped tone. Brian listened with mounting concern, and the gravity of the situation was clear.
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