PROLOGUE
332 Words
“On the night of her wedding, Sarah got a video of her husband-to-be kissing another woman just minutes before she was supposed to walk down the aisle.”
The message came from an unknown number.
No caption.
No explanation.
Just a sixteen-second clip that destroyed the four-year relationship she had built her entire life around.
Outside the bridal suite, music echoed through the massive hall. Family members laughed. Champagne glasses clinked. Somewhere downstairs, her mother was probably crying happy tears.
But inside the room, Sarah sat frozen in front of the mirror, her wedding veil slipping slowly from her shoulder.
Her hands trembled violently.
“Ma’am?” the makeup artist asked carefully. “Are you okay?”
Sarah couldn’t answer.
She replayed the video again.
And again.
And again.
It was definitely Damian.
The same tattoo on his wrist.
The same bracelet.
The same silver watch she bought him for his birthday.
And the woman touching his face like she belonged there.
A sharp knock landed on the door before Sarah could catch her breath.
“Baby!” Damian’s voice called from outside, warm and familiar. “You almost ready? Everyone’s waiting.”
Her stomach twisted with disgust.
The audacity.
Watching him rush her as if he hadn’t been devouring another woman’s lips barely a day before their wedding made her feel physically sick.
Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for a lie.
Sarah stared at her reflection.
Perfect makeup.
Perfect dress.
Perfect disaster.
Then her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number:
“If you marry him tonight, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
A second message followed immediately.
“I’m downstairs. Come alone if you want the truth.”
Sarah’s heart nearly stopped.
Slowly, she stood up.
And for the first time that night, she realized something far more terrifying than being cheated on—
Someone out there knew secrets about her future husband that she didn’t.
And whatever those secrets were… they were dangerous enough to destroy everything.
- Writer
