With tears streaming down my face, I hung up. It was time to shift my focus back to my mother’s health and reclaim my life, free from the shadows of deceit that had clouded my heart.
“Hudson...”
As soon as I spoke, my voice cracked, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. The wedding venue, undeniably adorned with Harper's tastes, felt like a cruel reminder of my insignificance in this entire charade. Yet, Hudson had the audacity to ask if I liked it, his tone dripping with feigned sincerity.
For five years, I had never imagined Hudson could be so hypocritical. To the outside world, he was the perfect, considerate man. I had never envisioned he would betray me. But what cut deeper was the realization that the person he had cheated with was my best friend, Harper.
He knew we had ended our friendship. He was aware that it was her parents who had pressured my father to his death. He had often shared my disdain for the Davidson family. And now, as I stared at the crumpled photographs in my hands, everything began to fall into place.