Dying on Our Wedding Eve: Too Late for Your Regrets
Chapter 1
After loving Ethan for three long years, I finally got the ending I had been waiting for.
But on the night before our wedding, I couldn't fall asleep. Toss and turn as I might, my mind was racing.
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text. "Ethan, I'm so nervous. I can't sleep!"
His reply came almost instantly.
"Go to sleep, babe. You need to be the most beautiful bride tomorrow."
A sweet smile spread across my face. I was just about to close my eyes and drift off when my phone buzzed again. It was a text from an unknown number.
"Ethan’s heart has only ever belonged to me."
Attached was a photo of two people sharing a bed.
The man in the photo was someone I knew all too well—my fiancé, Ethan.
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A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. I couldn't believe that the man who had just texted me so sweetly was currently lying in bed with someone else.
I forced myself to stay calm.
"Who is this?" I texted back.
"This photo is obviously photoshopped!"
I sent several messages in a row, but the other side went completely silent.
Frantic, I called Ethan’s number.
It rang and rang, but nobody picked up.
What was he doing?
Why wasn't he answering me?
Anxiety clawed at my chest like thousands of ants eating me alive.
A few minutes later, a text finally came from Ethan.
"What's wrong, Val? I was fast asleep."
I let out a shaky breath. Maybe it was just an old photo sent by an bitter ex to mess with my head on my big day.
But just as I was typing a reply telling him it was nothing, the unknown number sent another photo.
This one was crystal clear.
Ethan was lying in bed, staring at his phone screen. On the screen was our Snapchat chat box.
The exact message he had just sent me was visible on his screen.
My vision went black. Aside from pure, blinding rage, only cold dread remained.
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