Amber had given up on love, but sparks flew when she met Steve, an old friend of her father’s, at a barbecue. As their whirlwind romance blossomed into marriage, everything seemed perfect. But on their wedding night, Amber discovered Steve had a disturbing secret that would change everything.
I stopped in front of my parents’ house and stared at the line of cars parked on the lawn.
“What’s this about?” I mumbled, already preparing myself for the family surprise waiting for me inside.
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I grabbed my purse, locked the car, and headed home, hoping nothing too chaotic was going on.
As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of grilled meat and my father’s thunderous laughter. I walked into the living room and peered out the back window.
Of course, Dad was having some kind of impromptu barbecue. The whole backyard was filled with people, most of them from his auto repair shop.
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“Amber!” Dad’s voice cut short my thoughts as he flipped a burger wearing the same apron he’s had for years. “Come on, grab a drink and join us. It’s just the guys from work.”
I tried not to scream. “It feels like the whole town is here,” I mumbled, slipping off my shoes.
Before I could join in the familiar, chaotic atmosphere, the doorbell rang. Dad threw down his spatula and wiped his hands on his apron.
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“That must be Steve,” he said, almost to himself. He glanced at me as he reached for the doorknob. “You haven’t met him yet, have you?”
Before I could even answer, Dad had already yanked the door open.
“Steve!” he said, giving him a firm pat on the back. “Come on in, you’re just in time. Oh, and this is my daughter, Amber.”
I looked up and my heart pounded.
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Steve was tall and a little rough, with graying hair and eyes that managed to be both warm and deep. He smiled at me, and I felt a strange flutter in my chest I wasn’t prepared for.
“Nice to meet you, Amber,” he said, extending his hand.
His voice was calm and collected. I shook his hand, a little embarrassed by how I must look after driving for hours.
“I’m delighted to meet you too.”
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From that moment on, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was the kind of man who put everyone around him at ease, who always listened more than he spoke. I tried to focus on the conversations around me, but every time our eyes met, I felt an attraction.
It was ridiculous. I hadn’t even thought about love or relationships in ages. Not after everything I’d been through.
I’d practically given up on finding “the one” and focused on my work and family. But something about Steve made me want to reconsider, even though I wasn’t ready to admit it.
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As the day drew to a close, I finally said my goodbyes and headed out to my car. Of course, when I tried to start it, the engine sputtered and died.
“Great,” I said, sinking into my seat. I considered going back inside to ask Dad for help, but before I could, there was a knock at my window.
It was Steve.
“Car trouble?” he asked, smiling as if this sort of thing happened every day.
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I sighed. “Yeah, it won’t start. I was just going to pick up my dad, but…”
“Don’t worry about it. Let me take a look,” he offered, already rolling up his sleeves.
I watched him work, his hands moving with practiced ease. After a few minutes, my car roared back to life. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I exhaled.
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“There,” he said, wiping his hands on a rag. “It should be fine now.”
I smiled, genuinely grateful. “Thanks, Steve. I think I owe you one.”
He shrugged and gave me a look that made my stomach churn. “How about dinner? We can call it even.”
I froze for a second. Dinner? Is he asking me out on a date?
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I felt that familiar doubt, that little voice in the back of my head reminding me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t say yes. But something in Steve’s eyes made me want to take a chance.
“Yes, dinner looks good to me.”
And just like that, I accepted. I never would have imagined then that Steve was exactly the man I needed to heal my wounded heart… or how much he would hurt me, for that matter.
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Six months later, I stood in front of the mirror in my childhood bedroom, looking at myself in a wedding dress. It was surreal, honestly. After everything I’d been through, I never thought this day would ever come.
I was 39 and had given up on any fairy tales, but here I was, about to marry Steve.
The wedding was small, with close family and a few friends, exactly what we wanted.
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I remember standing at the altar, looking into Steve’s eyes, and feeling an overwhelming sense of calm. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t questioning anything.
“I want to,” I whispered, barely managing to keep the tears from falling.
“I do,” Steve replied, his voice thick with emotion.
And that’s how we became husband and wife.
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That evening, after all the congratulations and hugs, we were finally able to be alone together. Steve’s house, our home now, was quiet; the rooms were still unfamiliar to me. I slipped into the bathroom to put on something more comfortable, my heart full and light.
But as soon as I returned to the room, I was greeted by a shocking sight.
Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me, talking quietly to someone… someone who wasn’t there!
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My heart raced.
“I wanted you to see this, Stace. Today was perfect… I wish you were here.” His voice was soft, full of emotion.
I stood frozen in the doorway, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.
“Steve?” My voice was small, uncertain.
He turned around slowly, guilt etching across his face.
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“Amber, I…
I moved closer, the air between us thick with unspoken words. “Who… who were you talking to?”
He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. “I was talking to Stacy. My daughter.”
I stared at him, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. He’d told me he’d had a daughter. I knew she was dead. But I didn’t know… that.
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“She died in a car accident, along with her mother,” he continued, his voice strained. “But sometimes I talk to her. I know it sounds crazy, but I… I feel like she’s still here, with me. Especially today. I wanted her to know about you. I wanted her to see how happy I am.”
I didn’t know what to say. My chest felt tight, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Steve’s grief was raw, a living thing between us, and it made everything heavy.
But I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t feel angry. Just… so sad. Sad for him, for everything he’d lost and how he’d carried it all alone. His grief hurt like it was my own.
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I sat down next to him, my hand finding his. “I understand,” I said softly. “I understand. You’re not crazy, Steve. You’re grieving.”
He let out a shaky breath, looking at me with such vulnerability it almost broke my heart. “I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I didn’t mean to scare you away.”
“You’re not scaring me away,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We all have things that haunt us. But we’re in this together now. We can carry this together.”
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Steve’s eyes filled with tears, and I hugged him, feeling the weight of his pain, his love, his fear, all wrapped up in that moment.
“Maybe… maybe we can talk to someone about this. A therapist, maybe. It doesn’t have to be just you and Stacy anymore.”
He nodded against my shoulder, his grip on me tightening. “I thought about it. I just didn’t know how to start. Thank you for understanding, Amber. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
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I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, my heart swelling with a love deeper than I’d ever known. “We’ll figure this out, Steve. Together.”
And as I kissed him, I knew we would. We weren’t perfect, but we were real, and for the first time, that felt like enough.
But that’s the problem with love, isn’t it? It’s not about finding a perfect person without any scars; it’s about finding someone whose scars you’re willing to share.
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