From Victim to Victor: My Wedding Day

nny played the part of the

ture, about the kids we'd have, about how she couldn't wait to be Mrs. Lester. It was all a show, and I wa

ivery vans for a local coffee chain. As I turned onto my street, I saw it. Parked a half-block down, tr

d walked to my apartment, my keys silent in my hand. I u

n I heard the shower running

y was standing there, wrapped in a towel,

ou're hom

hat's go

ater was backing up everywhere. I panicked and called Caleb. He's s

ying his hands on a towel. And he was wearing my shirt. M

face. "Just helping Jenny out. My shirt got soaked d

I looked at him, then at

ed?" I asked, my voi

b said, nodding. "Good thin

s to the building's laundry room in the basement. On the wall was a corkboard. Pinned to it was th

AM - 5:00 PM. On-site duties. George had been i

ey didn't even care enough to make it a

My heart wasn't breaking anym

mage of Caleb in my shirt burning behind my eyes. That was the moment. That was the point of no return. The guilt, the pressure from my family, it all evaporate