Course, Jenna didnโt stop. She just smiled, almost like she had been waiting for this moment.
โDad, you canโt protect her forever,โ she said. โShe deserves to know the truth.โ
A nervous murmur spread through the guests. My groom, Daniel, squeezed my hand under the table, but I barely felt it. My whole world was spinning.

Adopted? Me?
I turned to my parents, desperate for them to say it was a lie, a cruel joke. But their faces told me everything. Mom had tears in her eyes. Dad looked like he was about to explode.
โEmma,โ Mom said softly, โwe were going to tell you, but we wanted to wait until the right timeโโ
โThe right time?โ Jenna let out a bitter laugh. โLike, never?โ
My hands were shaking. I stood up so fast my chair nearly toppled over. โThisโฆ this isnโt real.โ I needed air. I needed to breathe.
Daniel tried to hold me back, but I pulled away and ran out of the hall. The cool evening air hit my face, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.
I wasnโt who I thought I was.
I was about to be someoneโs wife, and I didnโt even know whoย Iย was.
Jenna found me sitting on the stone steps outside the venue.
โYou hate me right now, donโt you?โ she said, sitting beside me.
I couldnโt even look at her. โWhy would you do this? Onย my wedding day?โ
She sighed. โBecause I was tired of the lies.โ
โLies that werenโt yours to expose,โ I shot back.
She was quiet for a moment. Then she pulled something out of her clutchโa folded piece of paper.
โYour birth certificate,โ she said.
I stared at it, my stomach churning.
I didnโt want to take it. But my hands moved on their own, unfolding the fragile paper.
Emma Calloway. Born April 17th, 1995. Mother: Unknown. Father: Unknown.
I felt like the ground had been ripped from under me.
โThey found you at a shelter,โ Jenna said. โYou were two years old. Mom and Dad took you in because they couldnโt have more kids after me.โ
Tears blurred my vision. โWhy are you telling me this like youโre proud of it?โ
โIโm not proud, Emma. Iโm justโโ she sighed. โLook, I was jealous, okay? You got all the attention, all the love. But I never stopped to think about whatย youย didnโt getโyour real parents, your real history.โ
I let out a shaky breath.
Iโd always feltย differentย growing up, but I thought it was justโฆ personality. Now, I knew why.
And I didnโt know what to do with that.
The reception carried on inside. I could hear the muffled laughter, the music, the celebration.ย Myย wedding reception.
Was I supposed to go back in there and pretend everything was fine?
โEmma.โ
Danielโs voice. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, concern written all over his face.
โI donโt know what to do,โ I whispered.
He walked over and sat next to me. โYou donโt have to do anything right now,โ he said. โYou just have to breathe.โ
I looked at him, really looked at him. The man I was about to marry.
โIf I donโt even know who I am, how can I be a wife?โ
Daniel took my hands in his. โYouย doย know who you are. Youโre the woman I love. The woman who cries during commercials, who rescues stray cats, who makes the best pancakes in the world.ย Thatโsย who you are.โ
A tear slipped down my cheek. โBut my whole life has been a lie.โ
โYourย pastย has secrets,โ he corrected. โBut your life? Your heart? Thatโs real.โ
I swallowed hard. His words, his steady presenceโฆ it grounded me.
โI need time,โ I admitted.
He nodded. โThen take all the time you need. Iโll wait.โ
The next few months were hard.
I didnโt go on the honeymoon. I barely spoke to my parents. And Jennaโฆ well, we didnโt talk at all.
Instead, I went searching.
I visited the shelter where I had been left as a baby. It had closed years ago, but I found a woman who used to work there.
โYou were found on the steps one morning,โ she told me. โWrapped in a pink blanket. No note, nothing.โ
No answers. Just more questions.
But in that moment, something shifted inside me.
Maybe Iโd never know who my birth parents were. Maybe Iโd never get theย why.
But Iย didย know who had raised me. Who had loved me.
And maybe that was enough.
Six months later, I stood outside my childhood home.
Mom opened the door, eyes full of hesitation. Dad was behind her, silent as always.
I took a deep breath.
โIโm still mad,โ I said. โBut I miss you.โ
Tears spilled down Momโs face as she pulled me into a hug.
And just like that, something in me healed.
Daniel was waiting for me when I got home.
โHow did it go?โ he asked.
I leaned into him, breathing in his warmth. โGood,โ I said. And for the first time in months, I meant it.
Because family isnโt just about blood.
Itโs about love. Itโs about whoย stays, no matter what.
And that was something worth holding onto.
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