{"id":3082,"date":"2025-05-28T12:54:04","date_gmt":"2025-05-28T12:54:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=3082"},"modified":"2025-05-28T12:54:04","modified_gmt":"2025-05-28T12:54:04","slug":"3082","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=3082","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

She moved with grace, her face veiled in delicate lace. But when Lucas gently lifted the veil, the air changed.<\/p>\n

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My breath hitched.<\/p>\n

I blinked, hoping I was wrong.<\/p>\n

But there she was.<\/p>\n

Elise.<\/p>\n

The woman I had mourned, buried in memory and pain, stood before me in a wedding dress, her eyes wide as they locked with mine.<\/p>\n

Tears welled up instantly. I didn\u2019t even realize I was crying until Emma nudged me, whispering, \u201cDaddy, why are you crying?\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

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Elise\u2019s face went pale. She turned and fled, leaving a stunned groom, a confused crowd, and a room full of questions behind her.<\/p>\n

Later, Elise told me everything. Her father, controlling and cold, had faked her disappearance after she fled an abusive situation\u2014one he orchestrated. She\u2019d gone into hiding, believing Emma and I would be safer thinking she was dead.<\/p>\n

I was furious. Not just for myself, but for the years stolen from Emma, from both of us.<\/p>\n

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