There were no mind games, no unexplained disappearances, and no mysterious passwords. There were no little pieces of his life that seemed to exist outside our relationship.
Callum was the most grounded, fiercely loyal, and transparent person I had ever known. We built our entire relationship around absolute honesty, and that complete, unwavering trust was exactly why I fell so deeply in love with him.
It might sound unromantic when I say it out loud, but it wasn’t. It was the softest, safest thing I had ever experienced in my life.
Which is why what I found inside his tuxedo pocket felt so utterly impossible.
Callum and I had gotten married the day before in a beautiful ceremony. Our wedding had been everything we had dreamed it would be, perfect in every single way.
Felicia, my best friend and maid of honor, cried through her entire toast. My cousins started a conga line that somehow lasted far longer than anyone expected.
Callum stepped on my dress twice and apologized each time as though he had committed some terrible crime. By the time we finally stumbled into our suite at two in the morning, we were exhausted, laughing, and still covered in traces of glitter from the celebration.
