Suddenly, his recent questions about where I’d been and why I’d missed his calls made sense. He’d suspected me of cheating for weeks without telling me.
I confronted him. He admitted he’d asked his mother to find out more before speaking to me.
“You let me plan our wedding while secretly doubting me?” I asked.
He said he hadn’t wanted to accuse me without proof.
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But the problem wasn’t just the suspicion. It was that he’d trusted his mother’s investigation more than my word.
Dad tried to welcome Ethan warmly, but Ethan barely responded. He seemed more concerned about his mother’s embarrassment than the damage she’d caused.
I asked Ethan to speak with me privately.
He apologized and said he’d been afraid of losing me. For a moment, I wanted to believe we could move past it.
