~Hazel~
The chapel was stifling, every glance from the guests cutting into me like shards of glass. I’d always pictured my wedding day as something magical, but the reality was twisted. Whispers floated around me, each one louder in my head: “She’s no better than a w***e,” “How could Asher want her?” I forced myself to keep walking, step by step, ignoring the judgment and the way my heart pounded against my ribs.
One of the maids had tried to stop me earlier, pulling me aside with a hushed, urgent message. “Tyler’s waiting for you at the border,” she’d whispered, her face full of concern.
I hesitated, but only for a second. Tyler’s name was like a bruise pressed too hard. A reminder of things I should have buried. But I pushed it down, ignored her, and headed into the ceremony. This
