Another knock came.<\/p>\n
This time, Sophie stepped in wearing ivory silk and anxiety.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, thank goodness,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad is impossible,\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
She said she had told him he went too far. I wanted to believe her, but I had spent years resenting how easily she benefited from being his favorite.<\/p>\n
Then she said something I did not expect.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you to be my maid of honor.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t. Tessa is your maid of honor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you first. You never answered my email.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never got an email.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie frowned. \u201cI sent it in January.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what address?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour old Hart Foundation account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat account was deactivated last year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence passed between us.<\/p>\n
Not reconciliation.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
But possibility.<\/p>\n
Then my phone buzzed again.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m here.<\/strong><\/p>\n Sophie noticed. \u201cWho\u2019s here?\u201d<\/p>\n I pulled the thin silver chain from beneath my dress. A simple platinum ring hung from it.<\/p>\n Sophie stared.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy wedding ring.\u201d<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re married?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAdrian Reyes.\u201d<\/p>\n Sophie sat down abruptly.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Adrian Reyes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe would hate being called that.\u201d<\/p>\n She covered her mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cI sat through three Christmas dinners where Dad made jokes about your dating life. You could have stopped him anytime.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have needed a husband to make those jokes unacceptable.\u201d<\/p>\n Her amusement vanished.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d she said softly. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n Another knock came. This time, Sophie stepped in wearing ivory silk and anxiety. \u201cOh, thank goodness,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll survive.\u201d \u201cDad is impossible,\u201d she muttered. That surprised … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":916,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-sharestory"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/914","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=914"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":940,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/914\/revisions\/940"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/916"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/onesharedstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Click Here to continues Read\u200b\u200b\u200b\u200b Full Ending Story\ud83d\udc49PART 4: The Husband at the Door<\/strong><\/a><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"