Just one month left.
All the invitations had been printed. The families were busy with the preparations. The rings already sat snug in their navy blue velvet box. I, Anton, was just counting the days, imagining a future with the woman I had fought so long for: Wimara.
Wimara… the woman I’d known since high school, whom I had loved in silence for years, until two years ago when I finally dared to confess. And she said yes. We dated respectfully, supporting each other, protecting each other, until we finally agreed: to get married.
Just one more month.
That night, alone in my rented room, I wanted to finish designing the thank-you cards for the wedding souvenirs. My laptop… I just realized it had been with Wimara for the past two months. She said she needed it for her work because of my design software. I never questioned it. That night I simply asked for it back so I could finish faster.
Once the laptop was back in my hands, I opened it. The files were still the same. The wallpaper still the same. But then I noticed a little notification on the corner of the screen: “Google Photos: sync complete”.
That’s when I remembered… her Google account was still logged in on my laptop.
Out of curiosity—or maybe because I’d been feeling something was off about her these past few weeks—I clicked open Google Photos.
And there it was… God laid everything bare before me.
Photo after photo. Video after video. All neatly saved there. Her, with another man. In places I knew well— even in the little coffee shop where she and I used to sit together. In the car I sometimes lent her.
And worse… the man. His face.
Someone I knew all too well.
Raka. My own best friend.
The one who had been helping me with all the wedding preparations. The one who used to joke about how “lucky” I was to have Wimara. The one I thought of as my own brother.
That night, I just sat there.
My hands trembling.
My mouth dry.
My eyes burning.
But the proof was too clear, too complete.
Photos with dates, times, locations.
Even the most vile parts… God showed me everything.
Tears fell before I could stop them.
Not just because of Wimara’s betrayal. But because the two people I trusted most had stabbed me in the back… in what should’ve been the happiest month of my life.
Too sad, but true.
The next day, I put the laptop back in its case.
I slid the ring box into the drawer.
I stared at the calendar with the red circle around our wedding date.
And in my heart, I whispered a prayer:
Thank You, God… for showing me the truth before the vows were spoken. Thank You for saving me from a rotten future I could never have imagined.
And from that day on, I slowly learned to let go.
Even though it hurt.
