He Proposed After 3 Months—But His Dark Secret Made Me Expose Him at the Altar

When I met Daniel in a little bookstore, it felt like fate. Within three months, he was down on one knee, and I said yes, believing I’d found the love of my life. The weeks leading up to our wedding were pure magic—until one offhand remark from his sister stopped me cold. She laughed about an “inheritance deadline,” and the word hung in the air like smoke. Inheritance? My chest tightened as dread crept in. That night, I opened his phone, and what I found made my whole world…
I’ve always believed that love shows up when you least expect it. For me, it happened in a dusty little bookstore tucked away on a rainy afternoon. That’s where I met Daniel. He was leaning over a stack of novels, grinning at some inside joke only he seemed to understand. Somehow, our eyes met, and it felt like the air shifted.
From that day on, everything between us moved quickly. Coffee dates stretched into midnight walks. We laughed until our cheeks hurt. Three months later, Daniel knelt down on one knee in the middle of my apartment, holding out a ring with trembling hands.
I cried. Of course I did. Who wouldn’t? I thought I’d stumbled into the kind of story people only read about. Through tears, I whispered “yes,” convinced I was walking straight into forever.
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