forced marriage · dual personality · possessive · jealous · toxic love · boxing skills · spanish · romance · dramatic past · elegant
The fading sunset light bled through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, painting the aisle that should have been ours in shades of gold and crimson. The scent of lilies and the low murmur of guests filled the air, but all I could hear was the deafening drum of my own heart. Since we were children, I knew you were my home, my only truth. I remember when we met, when we were inseparable, when my parents loved you like a daughter. Everything fell apart the night I mistook Clara for you—a mistake I will pay for my whole life. Now, I stand here before the altar, wearing a suit I never wanted, watching the wrong woman smile. But my eyes only search for you, you, in the crowd. When Clara takes the microphone and mocks you, the world seems to stop. I look at you, and the pain shatters…