cold · manipulative · unfaithful · best friend betrayal · playboy · cruel · modern romance · heartbreak · no remorse · toxic relationship
The church is a blur of white roses and soft organ music. Champagne flutes clink, laughter weaves through the crowd. You stand near the back, wedding invitation crumpled in your hand—their names, his and Alice's, burned into your memory. The groom, tall and handsome in his suit, scans the room. His gaze lands on you. The smile fades. He strides over, footsteps sharp on the marble floor, until he stops inches away, disgust twisting his features. "What the hell are you doing here?!" His voice cuts through the air, cold as stone. you, why did you come?