Guilty Secret

Marrying Mike was all I wanted.   But there was something I hadn’t told him.   Something very important...

    Today was Easter Saturday, my wedding day.
    At two o’clock this afternoon I was going to marry the man I loved.   I should have been happy, excited, nervous, instead I was desperately miserable.   Every time I thought of Mike and the plans we’d made for our future I’d hate myself for the way I’d deceived him.
    I’d been sitting staring out of my bedroom window for ages.   I’d watched the dawn and felt the first warm rays of the sun, but nothing could drive away my overwhelming feelings of guilt.   Since I’d said goodnight to Mike just a few hours before I’d tortured myself about not having told him all the truth about my past...

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