THE WEDDING RING
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The next morning, I woke up before Adrian.
For several minutes, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember the nightmare.
Nothing.
Only fragments remained.
Broken glass.
A woman's scream.
And Adrian.
I looked down at my left hand.
The diamond ring caught the morning sunlight.
It was enormous.
Beautiful.
Expensive.
And completely unfamiliar.
I pulled it from my finger.
“Don't.”
Adrian's voice startled me.
He stood by the doorway, watching me.
“Why?”
His eyes dropped to the ring.
“Because that ring belonged to my grandmother.”
I looked at him.
“You gave it to me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
His expression softened.
“Because you were the only woman I ever wanted to marry.”
Something twisted inside my chest.
I didn't know whether it was emotion or confusion.
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Our wedding.”
He hesitated.
Then he took out his phone.
The first photograph appeared.
There I was.
Wearing a white wedding gown.
Smiling.
And beside me was Adrian.
His arm was around my waist.
We looked happy.
Too happy.
I swiped through the pictures.
There were hundreds.
Dancing.
Cutting the cake.
Kissing.
Laughing.
I looked at my own face.
She looked like someone who was deeply in love.
“Was I happy?”
Adrian looked at me.
“You were.”
“Were you?”
He smiled sadly.
“Very.”
I stared at the photograph again.
Then something strange happened.
My head suddenly throbbed.
A flash.
The same wedding dress.
The same church.
But instead of smiling, I was crying.
And someone was whispering in my ear.
“Don't marry him.”
I dropped the phone.
Adrian grabbed it.
“What happened?”
I held my head.
“I heard something.”
“What?”
I looked at him.
“A voice.”
“Whose?”
“I don't know.”
He became unusually quiet.
I noticed.
“You know something.”
“No.”
“You're lying.”
His eyes met mine.
Then he said quietly,
“You don't remember enough to understand.”
That answer frightened me more than the nightmare.
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