Sylvia and Luke appear to have the perfect life. A thriving fashion startup, a beautiful four-year-old daughter, and a love that began when they met at Harvard Business School. But beneath the surface, Luke hides a dark secret-he's the heir to one o...
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My heart plummets, a cold dread settles in my stomach as I watch my best friends, Kate and Vivian, their faces etched with disappointment and anger on my laptop. Vivian's voice, usually filled with playful energy, is laced with a harshness that sent shivers down my spine.
“So you haven’t told him,? Syl, we’ve been talking about this for two years, I thought we’re on the same page.” Vivian looks annoyed through facetime on my laptop.
“Syl, I know you’re on your honeymoon right now, but I thought you wanted to do this seriously with us.” Kate adds with disappointment paints her whole face. I hate it when she does that. It means I truly screwed up.
“You should’ve told him before your fucking wedding!!!” Vivian barks.
The weight of my silence hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the vibrant Bahamas scene playing out behind me. Luke, oblivious to the storm brewing within me, was engrossed in capturing the sunset's fiery hues on his camera.
Shame gnaws at me. I know keeping this from Luke was a terrible idea, but the fear of derailing our carefully constructed future had kept me quiet. Now, the truth hung between us like a dark cloud, threatening to cast a shadow over our honeymoon bliss.
"I... I was going to tell him," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I..." My voice trailed off, the words failing me.
Vivian, however, doesn’t have the patience for my hesitation. "But what, Syl? You just got married, shouldn't you have talked about major life decisions with your husband before saying 'I do'?"
Her words, harsh as they were, carried a truth I couldn't deny. My silence has been a betrayal, not just of their trust, but of the commitment I had made to Luke. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the image of my best friends on the screen.
"I know, I screwed up," I manage, tears spilling down my cheeks. "I'm really sorry, I was scared of how it would affect our marriage."
Kate, ever the voice of reason, interjects, "Syl, shutting us out, especially Luke, wasn't the answer. We're your best friends, and we want to support you, no matter what. But we need honesty for that to happen."
Taking a deep breath, I nodd, tears streaming down my face. "I know. I’m really sorry. I'll talk to Luke as soon as possible. I promise."
Vivian ends the call, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Looking at Luke, capturing the beauty of the sunset with such carefree joy, the weight of my deception felt unbearable. I knew I had to come clean, not just for the sake of my friendship with Kate and Vivian, but for the future I am building with Luke. Our honeymoon, meant to be a celebration of our love, now felt like a pause, a crossroads where honesty and communication would determine what would happen next.
As I sat there, the memory of our business plan flashed in my mind. Kate, the creative heart, envisioned a clothing line for toddlers. And Vivian, the marketing mind, had meticulously crafted a financial plan and marketing strategy. Their passion is evident, and their ideas are innovative. But the fear of disrupting our plan of starting a family within a year of getting married has kept me from fully embracing the possibilities.
Amidst all the craziness going on inside me, I couldn't help but feel blown away by how awesome our honeymoon has been. I mean, seriously, a beach resort in Bali ? It was like something out of a dream.
Luke and I had been having a blast, trying out everything from surfing lessons to just enjoying the scenery of the island from the comfort of our hotel room. Watching him wipe out on the waves had me in stitches, but we laughed it off and just had a blast together. But as much fun as we were having, there was this nagging feeling eating away at me. How could I ruin this perfect paradise we'd created? How could I drop a bombshell like the one I had on Luke when all he wanted was to enjoy our time together?
Seeing Luke all happy and carefree, snapping pictures of the breathtaking scenery from our hotel room balcony, made my heart ache. His eyes light up with excitement as he captures every vibrant sunset and every picturesque view, completely lost in the moment. The guilt gnaws at me even more fiercely as I watch him, knowing that I am about to shatter his joy with the truth. How could I ruin his perfect paradise, his blissful ignorance, with my secret?
But as much as it tore me apart inside, I knew I couldn't keep hiding the truth from him. The longer I wait, the harder it will be. And so, with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat, I steeled myself to burst our honeymoon bubble, knowing that it would change everything between us.
Taking a deep breath, I know what I have to do. I have to be honest with Luke, not just about my reservations, but also about the dreams I have alongside my best friends. This isn’t just about our business; it is about my own aspirations, my own desires to contribute and create. The fear of the unknown was daunting, but the prospect of a future built on honesty and shared dreams was too enticing to ignore.
“Hey Luke, there’s something I need to tell you…”
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