My confession to my fiancée and her reaction is in the link in the comments.⬇️

Confessing a Fateful Connection: A Tale of Love and Redemption
In the midst of wedding preparations, Cole embarks on a trip to Linda’s hometown, leading to a revelation that shakes the foundation of their relationship. While exploring Linda’s past, Cole discovers a profound twist of fate – he was present during the tragic incident that claimed Linda’s father’s life.

Fateful Visit to Linda’s Hometown
Visiting Linda’s parents’ home in Phoenix, Cole experiences a cascade of emotions. The journey is intended to showcase Linda’s childhood and seek her mother’s approval for using a family heirloom at their wedding.

Unearthing a Shocking Truth
Amidst the warmth of family dinner and laughter, Cole stumbles upon a photograph that sends shivers down his spine. The image reveals Linda’s father, a person Cole never expected to encounter in her family album. Overwhelmed, he spontaneously confesses, “I’m the reason your father is dead. Linda, I killed him.”

Revelation of a Childhood Incident
Cole recounts a childhood incident in Phoenix, where, as a ten-year-old, he inadvertently caused a car accident while riding his bicycle. The crash, intended to protect him, tragically claimed Linda’s father’s life.

Embracing Forgiveness and Closure
Facing Linda and her mother, Cole expects condemnation. However, Linda’s response surprises him – she forgives him, attributing the encounter to fate. The emotional embrace from Linda and her mother provides closure, creating a profound connection between Cole and the family of the man who saved him. As Cole pens his wedding vows, he reflects on the unforeseen bond that fate or coincidence has woven, bringing him not only Linda’s love but also the embrace of her family.

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