People called, asking what had happened. Some blamed me for cancelling the wedding so close to the date. Others said I should have forgiven Ádám because he had not admitted to a physical affair.
But I knew what mattered to me.
I needed honesty, respect, and a partner who would never treat my trust as something he could take for granted.
Nelli eventually contacted me again. She apologized for the way she had behaved at the dinner and admitted that she had allowed Ádám to convince her that everything would work out.
I didn’t become her friend again overnight.
Some wounds take time.
But I decided that I would not let their choices control the rest of my life.
My father reminded me that cancelling a wedding was painful, but marrying the wrong person could have been far more damaging.
For the first time in years, I began making plans that belonged only to me.
