The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read

 The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read , Part 3 (Final)

The wedding was beautiful — at least, that’s what everyone said.

I didn’t see beauty.

I saw Hauwa in white, smiling for photographs, her eyes carefully avoiding mine.

The ceremony ended, and I tried to disappear into the crowd, but fate had other plans.

As I turned to leave, a small folded paper was pressed into my hand.

I looked around — she was gone.

It wasn’t the same old letter.

This was new, written in a hurry.

"If you’re reading this, I just want you to know… I waited for you until the last moment."

The words blurred as my eyes filled.

She continued:

"I chose him because you didn’t choose me. But in another life, maybe it would have been us."

At the bottom, there was no “H.” — just her full name, written with a finality that felt like goodbye.

That night, I burned the new letter.

Not because I wanted to forget, but because I knew I never could.

Some love stories aren’t meant to have endings — only echoes.

And every time the rain falls on Zaria’s dusty streets, I still hear hers

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