Chasing The Good Girl

Chapter 1:

Kimly’s POV:

"Today is my wedding day. The day we are supposed to be the happiest," I whispered to my wolf, Ofelia.

“Yes, it is. I’m so excited for the moment we walk down the aisle. We will be happy,” Ofelia replied, her voice brimming with joy and anticipation.

Yes, we will be happy.

That was the only thought echoing in my mind as I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection in the pure white wedding dress. My heart raced uncontrollably, filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and happiness that I could barely contain. I was living the most beautiful dream of my life: marrying the man I love, my mate—Negav, the man I had dreamt of every night. Every moment of this morning was radiant, from the soft golden light streaming through the window to the cheerful laughter of my bridesmaids. I felt luckier than anyone in the world.

In this waiting room, my closest friends surrounded me, chatting and laughing lightheartedly. The atmosphere was warm and light, filled with the kind of bliss only a wedding day could bring. We talked about the wedding, the future, and even shared silly memories from our younger days. The laughter of my bridesmaids and the congratulatory hugs made my heart bloom with happiness.

“I still can’t believe you’re getting married, Kimly,” one of my bridesmaids, Emily, laughed. “How many years has it been? Finally, the day has come!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it either,” I replied with a bright smile, my eyes sparkling. “This is what I’ve dreamed of my entire life.”

But just then, the door to the room swung open violently, and a woman rushed in. It was Clara, the wedding manager. Her face was ashen, her eyes wide with worry, and her lips trembled as if she couldn’t form the words. Her hair was disheveled, and her jacket was askew, as if she had run all the way here.

“Kimly…” Clara panted, her eyes filled with panic. “You… you need to come outside right now. There’s…”

I frowned, a feeling of unease and dread beginning to swell in my chest. The bridesmaids exchanged nervous glances, sensing that something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” I asked, but the anxiety already started gnawing at me from the inside.

Clara stepped closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear, her voice trembling with urgency. “Negav… he… he…”

I froze. My heart seemed to stop beating. I stammered, “What happened to Negav?”

A wave of dread and fear surged through me, like a dark tide pulling me under. The worst thoughts imaginable swirled in my mind, making it impossible for me to remain calm. And then Clara leaned in closer, whispering the words that shattered my world.

In that moment, everything fell apart.

The entire room plunged into silence. Nobody said a word. The bridesmaids stared at each other, their faces going pale as they watched the change in my expression. A sense of panic washed over me, spreading through my body like a tidal wave. I struggled to stay on my feet, but my legs trembled uncontrollably, refusing to obey me.

“No… it can’t be…” I whispered, but my voice broke into pieces. Everything before my eyes turned blurry. My hand clutched at the nearest chair, but it wasn’t enough to support me. I sank to the floor, collapsing in my wedding dress. The once pristine white fabric now felt heavy and cold, like a wet shroud.

“Kimly!” One of the bridesmaids screamed and rushed to my side. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, and my mind was spinning. Clara knelt down to help me up, but I couldn’t find the strength to stand. Everything inside me crumbled into dust. I could hear the anxious whispers around me, but they were muffled, like distant echoes I couldn’t fully grasp.

“Negav… Negav,” I mumbled, my voice breaking, “He… it can’t be…”

Emily looked at me, horrified. “What are you saying, Kimly? What happened to Negav?”

I sprang up suddenly, unsteady, clutching Clara’s arm with a grip that must have hurt. My voice was trembling, almost beyond recognition. “Where is he? Which hospital? Please, tell me!”

Tears streamed down my face, smearing the perfect makeup I had on. Clara was no longer calm either, her hands shaking, her face contorted as she tried to contain her own emotions.

“TCI International Hospital,” she finally managed to say.

The name of the hospital echoed in my mind like a death knell, making me stand upright and dash towards the door. Why, why did I have to hear that name on the happiest day of my life? Why did misfortune and tragedy keep finding their way into my life?

Upon hearing Clara’s response, the others in the room seemed to understand what had happened. The realization struck them like a wave of grief. I couldn’t accept it; I had to see Negav. How could he leave me like this? My legs trembled as I forced myself towards the door. Everyone tried to hold me back, but I didn’t care. “I have to go! I need to find him!” I screamed, my voice filled with desperation and fear.

I tore out of the room, leaving behind all the questions and worried faces. My footsteps echoed down the long hallway, and the only thought in my head was: Negav, why did you leave me?

The world around me blurred, the lights from the chandeliers in the bridal suite fading into a swirl of colors. Someone was calling my name, but it sounded distant, like a voice from another world. Everything felt like it was drifting away… I felt a strange emptiness envelop my mind, light as if I were floating. And then, only darkness remained.

“Ofelia, why is fate so cruel to us?” I whispered.

…

When I opened my eyes, the scene was entirely different. Gone were the sparkling lights, the joyous laughter of the bridesmaids, the pure white wedding dress, and the bouquet of fresh flowers. Instead, there was a heavy, somber atmosphere surrounding everything. In front of me was Negav’s portrait, his face still gentle and warm as ever. But seeing it only made the pain cut deeper into my heart. I was holding his picture tightly, taking slow steps, each one feeling like I was dragging a massive stone behind me. The people behind me were silent; all I could hear were distant sobs and sighs.

I was dazed, numb to the immense pain tearing through my chest. Perhaps I was too broken, and my heart had become numb. The whole world seemed to have disappeared, leaving only me and the image of Negav. His death was so sudden, so senseless, that I still couldn’t believe it. Our wedding—the event I had longed for—had turned into a horrifying nightmare.

Flashes of memory flooded back, vivid and sharp, as if I were reliving that moment. After I fainted, I woke up in a stark white hospital room. Everything was chaotic, my mind foggy, but the images from the moment I opened my eyes were burned into my memory. My wedding dress had been taken off. My hair, once styled beautifully, was now tangled and messy. I saw myself in the mirror, but I couldn’t recognize the person staring back.

“Kimly, he…” A trembling voice whispered in my ear, but I couldn’t listen. I ran out of the room, down the long hospital corridor. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t care. All I could think of was: Where is Negav? I need to see him. He’s waiting for me.

When I reached the emergency room, I froze at the door. My heart pounded erratically, filled with an overwhelming dread. Seeing the doctors and nurses around, I vaguely understood that something terrible had happened, but I refused to believe it. I pushed them aside and stepped inside. And there, in the middle of the room, Negav lay motionless, a white sheet covering his body.

“No… no, this can’t be…” I screamed, rushing towards him. My trembling hands pulled the sheet down, revealing the familiar face I loved so dearly. But that face was now cold and lifeless. I collapsed onto the floor, gripping his hand—his hand that had once held mine so tightly, bringing me comfort—now stiff and freezing.