The night before the wedding arrived like a death sentence wrapped in white silk.
My wedding dress hung in the corner of the bedroom like a silent judge. Leo had respected tradition and was staying at a hotel with his groomsmen. I was alone in our apartment, surrounded by flowers 🌹gifts, and the life I was supposed to be thrilled about. Instead, I felt like I was drowning.
My phone had been blowing up all day.
Leo’s messages were filled with love:
Leo Lugard: I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle tomorrow, my beautiful bride. You make me the luckiest man alive. I love you forever. ❤️
John’s messages were fire:
John Larry: Don’t do it. I’m staying at the hotel near the church. Room 1427. Come to me tonight. Let me remind you who you really belong to.
At 11:30 p.m., I cracked.
