Saying "I do" of my own free will, in love and full of happiness, was what I needed to realize that Arthur had not been the wrong man, but we had indeed married and met at the worst time of our lives.
He had not only lost hope, but also a fiancée and his own life. He had stopped being the person he was and became a deplorable version of himself, and I was just a naive girl, foolish for not seeing beyond my suffering and, of course, full of resentment for having been humiliated.
Somehow destiny had brought us back to the altar, only this time there were no gloomy faces or arrogant expressions waiting for me at every corner. At our wedding, there were only laughs and sincere congratulations from the people we trusted.
My guests were, of course, limited, as I had no family and only a handf
