At my wedding, my mother-in-law stood and declared, “He deserves someone genuine, not a single mother with baggage

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“It takes a rare man,” she continued, “to carry the weight of another man’s choices. We can only hope Ethan’s strong enough for such a load.”
I felt crushed, exposed. I wanted to disappear. But when I looked at Ethan, he was calm, squeezing my hand, his eyes whispering: Trust me.
Then Lily, in her soft pink flower girl dress, stepped forward.
Patricia’s eyes narrowed. “Lily, dear, sit down. This is for adults.”
But Lily stood firm, her voice steady. “My daddy—Ethan—told me to give you this. He said you need to hear it.”
She handed Patricia a sealed letter. Patricia’s face paled. Lily ran to me, and I held her close.
I glanced at Ethan and understood. He’d foreseen this moment. And he’d entrusted our daughter to deliver the truth with a grace and strength that silenced the room