I spent six months planning the perfect wedding, but nothing went as expected.
Hours before the ceremony, an anonymous flash drive appeared at my door.
What I saw changed everything. Lies, betrayal, and secrets unraveled before my eyes. Was I about to marry the wrong man?
They say a wedding day is the happiest day of a woman’s life.
Lies! I had been planning this wedding for six long months—six months of venue tours, dress fittings, menu tastings, and endless phone calls.
I thought that at least on the big day, I’d be able to breathe, relax, and actually enjoy it. But no.
Everything that could go wrong did.
I paced back and forth in my room, gripping my phone so tightly my fingers hurt.
I had called the florist five times already. No answer. No voicemail.
Nothing.
The wedding was in four hours, and I didn’t have a single flower. Not one. The bouquets, the centerpieces, the arch decorations—gone.
Just vanished.
I felt my pulse pounding in my ears. My hands curled into fists. I was ready to scream, throw my phone, maybe even flip my vanity table.
Just then, a knock on the door snapped me out of my rage.
I yanked it open, but the hallway was empty.
“Ugh,” I muttered. My nephews. Had to be.
The house was packed—parents, grandparents, my sister’s family, cousins, friends. It was absolute madness.
I sighed and was about to close the door when something caught my eye. An envelope.
White. Plain. Sitting on the floor.
I picked it up and stepped back inside, locking the door.
Inside was a flash drive labeled “Watch me.”
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