Chapter 1: The Man I Never Quite Believed Was Mine
I'll adapt this Part 1 now.
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My Husband Has Always Been Way Hotter Than Me.
Even After He Married Me, Part of Me Thought It Had to Be Some Kind of Joke — Until I Found the Letter He Wrote the Night Before Our Wedding
"Well…
you're beautiful."
I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my coffee.
The man standing behind me in the bakery was ridiculously handsome.
Tall, confident — the kind of guy women actually turned their heads to look at.
And he was smiling at me.
I immediately assumed he was making fun of me.
I looked around for his friends.
A hidden camera.
Someone laughing.
Nothing.
So I rolled my eyes and faced the counter again.
A second later, he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Can I get your number?"
I stared at him.
"Why would you need my number?"
He laughed.
"Because I'd like to take you out for coffee."
I was completely baffled.
No guy had ever randomly asked for my number before, especially not someone who looked like him.
But somehow, I gave it to him.
A few weeks later, I was dating the hottest man I had ever met.
And that insecurity never really left me.
Even when he told me he loved me.
Even when he introduced me to his friends.
Even when his parents clearly couldn't understand what he saw in me.
His mother once looked me up and down at dinner, then later asked him if he was "sure" about our relationship.
I was humiliated.
On the drive home, I finally said, "Maybe they're right.
You could be with anyone."
He pulled the car over.
"No," he said.
"I want you."
And he kept proving it.
When I lost my job, he stayed.
When I fell apart after my sister d*ed, he practically carried me through it.
He cooked, handled phone calls, drove me places, and sat beside me on the nights when I couldn't stop crying.
Then he proposed.
At the same bakery where we met.
His parents h*ted that too.
But he married me anyway.
I remember standing at the altar thinking, *How did I get this lucky?*
And yet, some tiny part of me still wondered whether one day I'd finally discover the catch.
Years passed.
I stopped looking for it.
Until today.
I was clearing out an old box of wedding things when I found an envelope buried underneath our cards and photographs.
My name was written across the front in my husband's handwriting.
Then I saw the date.
*The night before our wedding.*
I smiled and opened it, expecting some sweet, forgotten love letter.
But after reading the first few lines, I stopped breathing.
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What was in that letter?
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