As Noah and Alice prepare for their upcoming wedding, Noah grows suspicious of the new lavish purchases that Alice has made—items that are above their pay grade. Later, a mysterious man disrupts their wedding. Who is he, and what does he want?
After three years together, Alice and I were finally getting married. Initially, we didn’t care about having a big wedding—we just wanted the day to be a culmination of our love story, a day where we’d stand before our family and friends. And yet, despite everything unfolding perfectly, a cloud of unease had settled over me,one that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the recent changes I’d noticed in Alice.
I just can’t wait for our big day, ” Alice gushed over breakfast one morning. “I have a few surprises, but nothing set in stone yet,I had no clue what she was talking about, but I figured it would be worth it—Alice was always trying to make things special in her own way. But then, in the weeks leading up to our wedding, Alice acquired several expensive accessories—a branded bag, designer shoes, and even a pair of enormous diamond earrings.
It all seemed out of reach for us. We’d always been practical about our finances,
understanding our limitations. So, when I saw these designer items, I couldn’t help but question how Alice could afford them.
I asked her about it—I didn’t want to begin a new life with Alice without knowing. “Are you sure we can afford this?” I asked, holding up the shopping bag, its content a silent accusation. Alice had been gone for most of the day, with her phone set to silent.
I didn’t know where she had been,and my mind ran marathons. For a moment, I assumed the worst—that Alice was seeing someone else, someone who had splurged on luxury items. “I got a bonus at work, Noah,” she said.
“I just want to be perfect for our wedding. I want to go all out for this one day in my life.” Alice smiled at me, a slow and reassuring smile. I believed her.
Of course, I did. Her explanation eased my worries, temporarily silencing the nagging voice in my head. And I was grateful because I wouldn’t willingly get married to Alice while nursing these treacherous thoughts.
As the ceremony began, Alice looked radiant, the very image of happiness, yet her eyes occasionally drifted to the hall’s entrance. We stood there, listening to the priest speak about love and commitment inside and outside of marriage. Alice’s hand, tucked inside mine, grew sweatier as he spoke.
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