On the night of our wedding, as I was taking off her dress, what I saw shook me…
Three scars, clear and dark, stretched from her shoulder blade down to her waist.
The wedding. A moment we had been waiting for for a long time, surrounded by our loved ones, filled with laughter, dancing, and congratulations. When the celebration ended and the door to our room closed behind us, I believed that the most beautiful chapter of our story was finally beginning.
She stood in front of me, still wearing her white dress. I stepped closer to help her undo the delicate fastenings on her back. It was 9:00 PM, the evening had settled in, and the lamp on the bedside table cast a soft, warm light, giving the scene a peaceful and intimate atmosphere. But what I discovered at that moment shattered this image of sweetness.
As the fabric slowly slipped, I saw what she had tried to hide. Beneath the lace and carefully aligned buttons, her back bore the deep marks of old injuries. Three scars, clear and dark, stretched from her shoulder blade to her waist. Marks impossible to ignore — silent, but terribly expressive.
I stood still. My heart was pounding, and a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How had I never noticed them before? Why had she never told me? Was she afraid of my judgment?
The reason for her scars, explained by her, truly shocked me.
