Untitled Episode
EPISODE 1: THE BRIDE NOBODY WANTED
“Do you, Ethan Carter, take Isabella Hart to be your lawfully-wedded wife?”
The priest’s voice echoed through the beautifully decorated hall.
More than two hundred guests sat in silence, waiting for Ethan’s answer.
Isabella smiled nervously.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.
The white gown hugged her figure perfectly. The flowers, the music, the decorations—everything looked exactly the way she had imagined since she was a little girl.
She looked into Ethan’s eyes.
Something felt wrong.
His expression was cold.
Distant.
Almost annoyed.
A strange feeling settled in her chest.
The priest repeated the question.
“Ethan?”
The groom sighed heavily.
Whispers spread through the crowd.
Then Ethan did something nobody expected.
He let go of Isabella’s hand.
The smile vanished from her face.
“Ethan…?”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
The hall became silent.
“So silent that Isabella could hear her own heartbeat.
“What do you mean you’re sorry?” she asked nervously.
Ethan looked away.
“I can’t do this.”
Her world stopped.
“What?”
“I can’t marry you.”
Gasps erupted throughout the hall.
The bouquet slipped from Isabella’s trembling fingers.
Her mother rose from her seat.
“Ethan, what kind of joke is this?”
“It’s not a joke.”
He adjusted his suit and took a step backward.
“I don’t love Isabella anymore.”
The words struck her like a knife.
The guests immediately began whispering.
Some pulled out their phones.
Others stared openly.
Isabella felt hundreds of eyes on her.
“No…”
Tears filled her eyes.
“No, Ethan, don’t do this.”
Then another voice spoke.
A female voice.
“I think it’s time everyone knew the truth.”
Every head turned.
A beautiful woman walked into the hall confidently.
She wore a red dress.
Her hand rested possessively on Ethan’s arm.
Isabella recognized her immediately.
Vanessa Monroe.
Her best friend.
The room spun.
Vanessa smiled.
“Ethan loves me.”
The entire hall exploded with shock.
“No…” Isabella whispered.
Vanessa smirked.
“We’ve been together for six months.”
The words shattered what remained of Isabella’s heart.
Six months.
While she was planning a wedding.
While she was choosing flowers.
While she was dreaming about their future.
Ethan had been betraying her.
With her best friend.
“You lied to me,” Isabella whispered.
Ethan refused to meet her eyes.
“I’m tired of pretending.”
The crowd continued whispering.
Someone laughed.
Someone recorded the scene.
Humiliation burned through Isabella’s body.
She wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
Without another word, she lifted her dress and ran.
Past the guests.
Past the cameras.
Past the shocked faces.
She ran until she could barely breathe.
Rain began to fall.
Heavy drops soaked her wedding dress.
Her makeup streamed down her cheeks.
Still she ran.
She didn’t know where she was going.
She only knew she couldn’t stay there.
She couldn’t survive another second of those pitying stares.
Finally, exhausted, she stopped.
The city streets were almost empty.
Cars rushed past.
Nobody noticed the crying bride standing alone in the rain.
Maybe that was for the best.
Her phone vibrated.
It was Ethan.
Then her mother.
Then another guest.
Then Vanessa.
She switched it off.
At that moment, a black luxury car pulled up beside her.
The vehicle looked expensive enough to buy an entire neighborhood.
The tinted window slowly rolled down.
A pair of sharp dark eyes met hers.
Cold.
Powerful.
Unforgettable.
The rear door opened.
A deep voice emerged from inside.
“Get in.”
Isabella frowned.
“Excuse me?”
The stranger studied her soaked wedding dress.
“You look like someone whose life just fell apart.”
She stared at him.
Who was this man?
And why did he seem to know exactly what had happened?
The stranger’s lips curved slightly.
“Trust me, Isabella Hart.”
Her blood froze.
She had never seen him before.
Yet somehow…
He knew her name.
