Their Shared Secret, Her Sweet Victory

Their Shared Secret, Her Sweet Victory

Gavin

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The heavy satin of my wedding dress felt like a shroud. Today was supposed to be the most joyous day, marrying Ethan Davenport, cementing a powerful alliance. Instead, I was trapped in darkness, my screams muffled by the thick, soundproof walls of a panic room. Jessica Miller, my childhood companion, had drugged me. I clawed my way out, nails broken and bleeding, only to stumble into my own reception. And there she was, radiant in my gown, standing beside my groom. "Jessica? Ethan, what is happening?" I croaked, my voice raw. Jessica's face was a mask of feigned concern, her lies echoing through the ballroom. "Oh, Sarah, why are you doing this? You know Ethan and I are in love." Whispers of "unstable" and "breakdown" filled the air as security, loyal to her family, dragged me away. Ethan looked at me, his face unreadable, before turning back to Jessica. My heart shattered into a million pieces. They threw me into the cold New England night. A blinding flash of headlights. A screech of tires. Then, nothing. I gasped, shooting upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through the window. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the terror of what had just been. The date on my phone brought a chilling realization: it was the day before the wedding. I was alive. A new message popped up from Jessica Miller in the family chat: "So excited to marry my love, Ethan, tomorrow!" My blood ran cold. Her audacity was shocking, but this time, I knew. This time, she wouldn't win.

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The heavy satin of my wedding dress felt like a shroud.

Today was supposed to be the most joyous day, marrying Ethan Davenport, cementing a powerful alliance.

Instead, I was trapped in darkness, my screams muffled by the thick, soundproof walls of a panic room.

Jessica Miller, my childhood companion, had drugged me.

I clawed my way out, nails broken and bleeding, only to stumble into my own reception.

And there she was, radiant in my gown, standing beside my groom.

"Jessica? Ethan, what is happening?" I croaked, my voice raw.

Jessica's face was a mask of feigned concern, her lies echoing through the ballroom.

"Oh, Sarah, why are you doing this? You know Ethan and I are in love."

Whispers of "unstable" and "breakdown" filled the air as security, loyal to her family, dragged me away.

Ethan looked at me, his face unreadable, before turning back to Jessica.

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

They threw me into the cold New England night.

A blinding flash of headlights.

A screech of tires.

Then, nothing.

I gasped, shooting upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through the window.

My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the terror of what had just been.

The date on my phone brought a chilling realization: it was the day before the wedding.

I was alive.

A new message popped up from Jessica Miller in the family chat: "So excited to marry my love, Ethan, tomorrow!"

My blood ran cold.

Her audacity was shocking, but this time, I knew.

This time, she wouldn't win.

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