The wedding unfolded beautifully—laughter, music, and warm congratulations filled the air. I was overjoyed, marrying the man I loved with all my heart.

But then, in the middle of the celebration, my fiancé’s brother approached me and quietly said:

“I have to tell you something. It’s very important.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“Yes, of course… what happened?”

He glanced around nervously before whispering:

“Not here. Meet me in the restroom in five minutes. Don’t tell my brother.”

My stomach dropped.

“What are you talking about? What happened?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied shortly and walked away.

Those five minutes felt endless. My heart was pounding, my palms were damp with sweat. I told my fiancé I needed to go to the restroom and forced a smile before leaving.

When I entered, his brother was already there, waiting. For a few seconds, silence hung heavy in the air—until he finally spoke.

The Sh0cking Confession

“I can’t stay silent anymore… I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

I froze. Then, without thinking, I laughed nervously.

“Are you insane? I’m getting married today—to your brother!”

“I know,” he said, his voice trembling. “But I can’t bear to see you with him. It’s k.il.ling me.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“No. Stop. This is wrong.”

He suddenly stepped closer and tried to hug me. I shoved him back and slapped him across the face.

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” I cried, tears burning my eyes, before running out of the room.

Now, every time I see him, I feel sick to my stomach. I can’t even look him in the eye—
and I still don’t know if I should tell my husband what really happened that day.