A Misdirected Love Letter Destroyed My MarriageChapter 1
At the class reunion, someone asked my husband, "Who was your secret crush back in high school?"
Carter Delgado glanced at me briefly, then turned to the beauty queen sitting beside him. "Mia."
Mia Prescott's eyes went wide with shock.
"Then why did you ignore the love letter I wrote you?"
Carter froze.
"I thought you liked Brendan Lawrence."
One question led to another, and piece by piece, the misunderstanding from all those years ago unraveled.
Mia's love letter had ended up in the wrong bag.
That single mistake had kept them apart.
Mia's eyes turned red in an instant, and Carter's face filled with stunned regret.
The people around us started making snide remarks.
"Come on, how is that dramatic? A love letter that just happened to end up in the wrong bag? You don't think... someone might have switched it on purpose?"
The air went dead.
Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me.
Most of our classmates had no idea that Carter and I had been married for five years.
All they remembered was that I was the ugly duckling who'd shamelessly chased after Carter Delgado back in the day.
I turned to look at him.
I wanted him to say something. Anything.
Even just one sentence—that he was the one who'd pursued me.
But he said nothing. Just like the rest of them, he stared at me with an unreadable expression.
In that moment, I slipped the wedding ring off my finger—the one I'd worn for five years—and told myself it was over.
——
A few more rounds of drinks passed.
Mia ran over to Carter's side, tears streaming down her face like rain on cherry blossoms, and they poured their hearts out to each other.
"I can't believe it was all just a misunderstanding."
"If only I'd written your name at the top of that letter. Then you wouldn't have thought... that the person I liked was someone else."
Carter's gaze was heavy, full of regret.
"No one could have predicted it."
"That things would turn out this way."
Mia grew more emotional, drinking more than she should have.
Carter stayed beside her the entire time, gently patting her back, even handing her a glass of hangover remedy.
From start to finish, he never once looked at me.
The excited chatter around us swelled.
"Who would've thought? A crush that fizzled out years ago actually gets a second chance eight years later."