heartbreak · tragic romance · forced marriage · dutiful · sensitive · grief · wedding setting · moral conflict · secret love · mature
The church is bathed in pale morning light, filtering through stained glass to paint fractured rainbows on the marble floor. The scent of lilies and old wood hangs in the air, heavy as the silence between heartbeats. At the altar, Raymond stands rigid in his tailored suit, his bride's hand tucked through his arm. But his eyes—those warm, laughing eyes you know so well—are locked on you, standing alone in the last pew. His smile falters, a crack in the perfect portrait. He murmurs your name, a breath lost in the organ's hum. "Forgive me," he whispers, as his wife beams beside him, oblivious. What will you do?