From Brokenness to Bliss: My Peaceful Choice

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y life instantly collapsed. It brought n

ose friends were sitting around the table. My fiancé, Harding, the man I had lo

she was supposedly unable to att

p a beautifully decorated box. "Everyone wrote a blessing

white card. I thought it would be sweet words, but as

etly sleeping around behin

as a line: "Your

mi

t friend, the "sister" I

had to be a prank. With sweating palms, I e

r Camilla first. But four years ago, she rejected him, say

rned out Harding had taken the ring Camilla didn't

, cream-colored card, trying t

e and cried in the bathroom for hours. He wasn't chatting with a client then; he was in

me. That night, he comforted me as I cried,

pulled out the last card

Retreat Center.' She just gave birth to Harding's child a week ago.

rturned. They even had

e handwriting on the green card; it was Harding's mother,

en joke. I took off that piece of trash that belonged to Camilla and thre

eryone looked over in shock. Harding look

"Harding, what is Cam

lanced at his mother, then at me.

talking about your child, Hardi

. The relatives who were just laughing a moment ago now mostly stoo

"I announce that this

e in a low voice, "Isla, don't be so dramatic. We can postpone

g with my best friend for four years, or yo

eyes, only shrewd calculation. "It's complicated. Cam

oice. "What about me? What abo

een through a lot, having a baby, keepi

t. With a loud, crisp slap, Harding's face was vi

u think getting physical changes anything? Camilla

by despair. In his eyes, I wa

" I turned an

shouted from behind, his tone still carry

tables I had spent months meticulously arran

my phone vibrated. It w

uddenly extended. So sad I can't attend you

he screen and

e baby is healthy. Harding will be by your si

milla, Harding, Karen-bloc