Anna’s face flushed, the weight of Oliver’s revelation still heavy in her mind, but she was suddenly pulled back into the present by her new husband’s arm wrapping around her waist. “Come on, darling, they’re playing our song,” Michael said, his eyes gleaming as he guided Anna onto the dance floor.
As Oliver watched Anna twirl elegantly in Michael’s arms, a whirlpool of conflicting emotions churned inside him. Should he confront Michael directly, risk a scene, and put himself in the spotlight? Or should he continue his conversation with Anna, burdening her with a revelation that could topple her newly minted happiness?
Just as he was grappling with these thoughts, Sarah, one of Anna’s close friends, approached him. “Oliver, I couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit out of sorts,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his troubled expression. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing—don’t. This is Anna’s day. Don’t ruin it.”
Her words were like a bucket of cold water, jolting him back to the gravity of the situation. But as he glanced again at Anna, her eyes meeting his across the room for a split second, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. She deserved to know the truth, whatever the cost.
Excusing himself, Oliver made his way back to Anna, who had just finished her dance with Michael. “Can we talk?” he whispered, almost pleading.
Anna nodded, the uncertainty returning to her eyes, but also a glint of something else—resolve. They walked back into the room where his laptop sat, each step heavy with the weight of what he was about to say.
“Anna, my suspicions are gravely serious,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “I think Michael is already married—to someone else”. The room felt airless as Anna’s eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” she finally said, her voice tinged with desperation.
“I wish I weren’t,” Oliver replied, his hand trembling as he moved the mouse over the file that held the incriminating photo. “But you need to see this.” Sweat trickled down his forehead, as if each droplet carried the weight of his moral dilemma.
Just as he was about to open the file, a sudden interruption broke the tension. But this time, the interruption was one that neither of them could have expected.