💍 The Other One’s Wedding

🟣 Chapter 1 – The Invitation

The envelope arrived on a quiet Thursday morning.
White. Elegant. Like him.

Mina opened it with trembling hands.
There was her name—among the guests.
And hers—his bride-to-be.

He was getting married.
And she was invited.

🟣 Chapter 2 – Ten Years of Silence

She had loved him for ten years.

First as a friend. Then as a secret.
She listened to him talk about life, doubts, dreams.
She knew his silences, his wounds, his odd sense of humor.

But she had never said the words.
Because he had never left space for them.

So she smiled. Stayed the confidante.
And silently prayed he would one day look at her differently.

🟣 Chapter 3 – To Go or Not to Go

When she received the invitation, her first instinct was clear: No.

Too painful. Too cruel. Too risky.

But something inside her resisted.
A calm, quiet voice:

“You’re not going for him. You’re going for you.”

She picked a simple dress.
Put on light makeup.
And went.

🟣 Chapter 4 – The Frozen Moment

At the ceremony, he was there.
Smiling. Radiant. In love.

A cold wave swept over her.
But she stayed. Still. Present.

He saw her. Smiled.
She smiled back. Not a broken smile—
A peaceful one.

🟣 Chapter 5 – The Letter

That night, alone in her room, Mina pulled out a notebook.
And wrote:

“You loved without being chosen.
You weren’t invisible. You just weren’t his answer.
And you know what? That’s not tragic.
It doesn’t even hurt anymore.
It’s just… truth.
And tonight, I choose you.
For everything you felt in silence.
For the whole woman you are, even in the shadows.
I choose you. And I love you.”

🟣 Chapter 6 – The Freedom

Mina fell asleep with the letter under her pillow.

The next day, nothing had changed.
He was still married. She was still alone.

But something inside her had risen.

She no longer carried that weight.
She had stepped out of the silence.

You don’t need to be chosen to be free.
You just need to choose yourself.

💡 Moral

Unreturned love is not weakness.
What breaks you isn’t the lack of love—
It’s forgetting yourself.
But the day you choose yourself, even without being chosen,
you become whole again.