Adrian stood at the altar, his gaze locked on his bride as she moved gracefully down the aisle. His expression held love and pride—the very look I once yearned to see directed at me. But that longing belonged to another lifetime, to a version of myself who might have crumbled under the weight of this moment. Not today.
The venue was nothing short of extravagant. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, roses cascaded from every surface, and a string quartet filled the air with soft elegance. Every detail spoke of excess and refinement, a reflection of Emily’s immense wealth. She was stunning, her gown a breathtaking blend of lace and diamonds, shimmering with every step. She was everything Adrian believed he wanted.
As I took my seat, I felt eyes drift toward me. Some guests recognized me; others sensed I didn’t quite belong. I met their curiosity with a calm smile. I knew exactly who I was here—a living reminder of Adrian’s past, a chapter he’d assumed was closed. My daughters sat beside me, awestruck by the spectacle. To them, it was a fairy tale, and I wanted them to see it all—to understand that life unfolds in chapters. Some end, some begin, and some overlap in unexpected ways.