Everything was picture-perfect at my best friend Aisha\u2019s wedding. The music was soft, the flowers perfect, and Aisha\u2014glowing in her lace gown\u2014walked down the aisle like a dream. But just as she reached the altar, something subtle caught my eye. Jason, her groom, was rubbing his wrist\u2014over and over, like he was trying to hide something. It was a nervous gesture, one I\u2019d seen before. As he adjusted his cuff, I caught a glimpse of what he was trying to conceal: a name tattooed on his skin. Not Aisha\u2014but Cleo. My heart skipped. Cleo was someone from his past. A name he once swore meant nothing.<\/p>\n
A name Aisha, had cried about when she first started dating him. I couldn\u2019t stay silent. My legs moved before I made the decision, and I stood up. \u201cStop the ceremony,\u201d I said. Gasps echoed through the room. Jason tried to play it off\u2014said it was just henna, fading soon. But then, from the crowd, a woman stood. It was Cleo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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