Adrian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on his bride as she approached down the aisle. His expression was a mixture of love and pride, the kind of look I once longed to see directed at me. But that was a lifetime ago, back when I was someone else, someone who might have wilted under the weight of this moment. Not today.
The venue was lavish—crystal chandeliers, roses cascading from every surface, and a string quartet playing softly in the background. Every detail screamed opulence, a testament to the considerable wealth of Adrian’s new bride, Emily. She was beautiful, her gown a masterpiece of lace and diamonds, shimmering with every step. She was everything he thought he wanted.
As I found my seat, people began to notice me. Some recognized me; others didn’t but were intrigued nonetheless by the presence of an unexpected guest. I smiled politely at the curious glances, unbothered by the attention. I knew my place here—an uninvited chapter in Adrian’s new life, a ghost from his past.
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