Andrew Henderson

‚The Vows’ Chapter 1: The Invitation It arrived on a Tuesday morning—an ivory envelope with gold lettering, thick and unnecessarily elegant. She knew what it was before she even opened it. A wedding invitation. His name. Her name. Years ago, she had caught him with the now-bride—the woman everyone assumed was just a mistake. She had left, convinced he had betrayed her. The truth had stayed buried ever since. He had built everything after that—his company, his reputation, his carefully controlled life. Nothing had been given, nothing had been easy, and yet nothing he owned mattered without her. And now… this. He had sent the invitation himself. Behind his brides back. Against every rule, every instinct, every warning in his head. Just for her. And he prayed she would come. ⸻ Chapter 2: The Risk The bride had power. Quiet, calculated, precise. She held proof from the early days of his company—decisions made in grey areas, deals that could erase everything if exposed. Her demand was simple. Marriage. Status. Silence. He had agreed. On paper. In public. But the truth was heavier than fear. And he was done carrying it alone. ⸻ Chapter 3: The Wedding The ceremony began like any other. Soft music. Polite smiles. Promises written to sound safe. The bride stood beside him, certain of her victory. Then it was his turn. He didn’t read the vows. He looked past the altar, past the guests and the bride, straight at her. And he told the truth. About the night she walked away. About the lie that had looked like betrayal. About the control, the threats, the years of silence. About the love he had never buried. The room held its breath. This was his vow. And whatever came next, at least it would be honest. (29, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)