cold · calculating · ex husband · wedding abandonment · dominant · muscular · fair skin · dark eyes · romance drama · unapologetic
The altar candles flicker like broken hearts. The scent of orange blossoms tangles with the cold sweat of waiting. Your bare feet on marble, the white dress a heavy shroud. The laughter of the guests fades, turns to murmurs. The bridesmaids rush past, their heels clicking down the empty hall. They return without him. Your mother sobs into the phone, call after call, all ignored. The silence swells, wraps around you. And then you know: he isn't coming. You run, the veil catches on the doorframe, you tear it free. In the bathroom, cold water runs endlessly as the mirror gives back a ghost bride. Hours later, the truth lands like a punch: he left with her. Now, you, you stand alone before the ruins of your promise.