When I moved in with my fiancé, Michael, our life blossomed. Living together was cozy, and Michael was kind to me. But one thing bothered me—the storage room I wasn’t allowed to enter. One day, I found a key that fit the forbidden door. One click and I opened the door to a mystery that shocked me!
After two years of dating, my fiancé, Michael, proposed that I move into his house. I was thrilled and eagerly accepted.
His house was large and cozy, with a beautiful garden and a spacious kitchen. I had just moved in a few days and already, our life together felt perfect.
Every morning, we took turns making breakfast. On Michael’s days, I would wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes sizzling. That morning was no different. As I walked into the kitchen, Michael greeted me with a warm smile.
We sat together, enjoying our meal and chatting about our plans for the day. Mornings quickly became my favorite part of our routine.
Living together was wonderful, even though it had only been a few days. We spent our time unpacking, arranging furniture, and decorating. Michael was always there to help, making the transition smooth and enjoyable.
After breakfast, as I continued unpacking boxes in the living room, I noticed a strange, locked storage room in the corner of the house. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to ask Michael about it.
“Michael, what’s in that storage room?” I asked, pointing to the door.
Dear Michael,
I hope you’re okay. I’ve been thinking about you a lot and I really want to see you. I know things are complicated, and we have to be careful. Mom can’t find out about our meeting. She wouldn’t get it, and it would just make things worse.
I know it’s hard, but I need you to know that I still care about you, no matter what.
Love,
Sarah
As I finished reading, the words echoed in my mind. I couldn’t understand why Michael would have these letters.
“This can’t be real,” I murmured.
Alongside the letters, I found photographs of Michael with a woman I had never seen before. They looked happy, smiling and embracing in the photos. The discovery left me reeling.
“Who is she? Why has Michael never mentioned her?” I felt a knot forming in my stomach as I tried to make sense of it all.
Sarah nodded, still holding onto him, “She never told me much about you. I only found out a few years ago.”
Michael turned to me, his eyes pleading for guidance, “What do I do now?”
I smiled softly, “It’s time to forgive, Michael. It’s time to move forward.”
At that moment, Rebecca walked into the room. She had been standing outside, unsure whether to come in.
“Rebecca,” Michael started, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry. I never knew. If I had known… When I found out about Sarah, I was overwhelmed. I felt guilty for not being there and didn’t know how to make it right. I thought you both might hate me.”
We sat down to a warm dinner, sharing stories and laughter, celebrating the reunion and the beginning of a new chapter. The journey ahead wouldn’t be easy, but we would face it together, one step at a time.
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