Hazel’s wedding day is perfect until a mysterious woman crashes the ceremony, claiming to be Sam’s wife. As the truth unravels, Hazel faces a moment that could shatter everything. But love isn’t always what it seems, and sometimes, the unexpected leads to something even more beautiful…
I sat in front of the mirror, my fingers grazing the lace of my wedding dress, tracing the delicate floral patterns stitched into the fabric. Today was the day. A slow breath filled my lungs, thick with the scent of peonies and roses from my bouquet resting nearby.
I was marrying Sam. The love of my life. The young man who had once handed me a single daisy in the middle of a summer rainstorm, grinning as if he had plucked the sun itself just for me.
The man who had memorized my coffee down to the extra shot of vanilla before I even realized I had a regular order. The person who, without fail, kissed my forehead every night, whether we were wrapped up in laughter or tangled in an argument. I knew him.
I knew his steady hands, his quiet strength, the way his eyes softened when they found mine in a crowded room. ‘
Sam was my safe place. A tear pricked at the corner of my eye, and I laughed at myself, dabbing it away before it could fall.
“Careful,” my maid of honor, Lauren, teased from the doorway, holding out a flute of champagne. “We spent way too long on your makeup for you to ruin it now.”
I took the glass, shaking my head. “I just…” My voice wavered.
“I can’t believe this is real.”
“You’re about to be a wife,” Lauren smirked. A wife. The word sent a thrill through me.
Because this wasn’t just a wedding. It was our wedding. Our beginning.
And in just thirty minutes, I’d be walking down the aisle, toward the man I had loved for what felt like a lifetime. Everything was perfect. The flowers, the music, the quiet hum of our guests.
I stood at the altar, heart pounding, my fingers curled around my bouquet as I locked eyes with Sam, my fiancé of five years. We were seconds away from forever. I had imagined this moment a thousand times, pictured his expression when I said I do, the way his voice would sound when he promised to love me for the rest of his life.
Then, the door creaked open. The sound cut through the silence like a knife, and every head in the room turned. A woman walked in.
Her heels clicked against the floor in slow, deliberate strides. She was stunning. She had long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, lips painted in a sharp, bold red.
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