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.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
TAP → NEXT PAGE → 👇
