Before Knox found out the truth, he was prepared to wed the woman who would become the love of his life. Seventy-two hours before the wedding, he devised a plan to exact the most severe form of retribution. In the moment when Wynne walked down the aisle, she anticipated the wedding of her dreams. On the other hand, Knox was about to make it into a confrontation.
Every detail appeared to be flawless.
There was a golden glow emanating from the location, the flowers were breathtaking, and the visitors were laughing, chatting, and drinking their beverages.
Wynne had spent months preparing the kind of wedding it was, and it was the kind of wedding that people dreamed of having. Every aspect of the event was flawless, right down to the snack bags that were provided for guests who became hungry throughout the ceremony.
I, on the other hand, had been preparing my own moment while my fiance was making plans for her ideal day.
As I stood at the front, my hands were together, and my breathing was steady. As the music intensified, the bridesmaids were given the cue to enter.
I took a quick look at the visitors, the decorations that had been meticulously selected, and the lovely candlelight. In every way, it was the ideal romantic moment.
Everyone and everything was perfect.
And I didn’t feel any anxiety. Not even a touch.
Not any longer.
The previous three days
There is no memory of me sitting down.
At one moment, I was standing by the window of my apartment, gazing at the lights of the city. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the couch with my hands on my head, attempting to take a breath.
In the opposite seat from me, my sister Suki remained silent and waited. In my head, her words played over and over again, like a music that was trapped in my head.
“I could see her, Knox. By his side. I swore to myself that I wasn’t looking for it! However, I was able to see them.
Would you be so sure, Suki? “You have to be certain,” I murmured, my voice beginning to sound weak and off-key.
She responded by saying, “Knox, if I weren’t here, I wouldn’t be here.”
There was a sense that the room was too small. My flat, which was once brimming with wedding presents and aspirations for a joyful future, now felt like a prison. To get away from this conversation, I wanted to run.
Why would Wynne choose to betray me?
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Turning around, I continued walking. I did not turn around to look back.
After making my way back to the location, I proceeded to the buffet and grabbed a dish
