Unmasking The Groom's Deceit

Unmasking The Groom's Deceit

Gavin

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The last thing I remembered from my first life was the fire. It wasn't a quick death. Mark wanted me to suffer, watching the flames eat my skin. I didn't give him the satisfaction. My final act was defiance, shattering a framed photo of Ashley Greene, the woman who destroyed my life. His roar of fury was the last thing I heard before darkness. Then, nothing. Until I woke up, in a luxurious armchair, the heavy satin of a wedding dress clinging to my unblemished skin. A mirror showed me Sarah Miller, on my wedding day, about to marry Mark Johnson, the man who would one day burn me alive. Memories of his torment and humiliation crashed into me, not a nightmare, but a dress rehearsal. His abuse started long before the fire, isolating me, dismantling my family's business, and forcing me to beg for repentance at Ashley' s corporate shrine. A soft knock interrupted the horrifying clarity. "Sarah? Are you ready? The car is waiting downstairs." It was Emily, my assistant, the snake who fed Ashley information. This time, my face was a mask of calm. "I'll be down in a minute, Emily." I walked to the window, overlooking the city, and saw her. Ashley Greene, in an identical wedding dress, already slipping into Mark' s penthouse. This was the moment it all began. In my past life, I ignored the doubt. This time, I felt nothing but cold certainty. My phone buzzed. "Sarah? Everyone is getting worried. Mark is waiting." I looked at my reflection. No longer a naive bride, but a ghost with a second chance. I didn't go downstairs. I didn't rush to confront them. Why stop the show when I already knew how it ended? This time, I wanted revenge. I walked toward the emergency exit, away from my old life, for good.

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The last thing I remembered from my first life was the fire.

It wasn't a quick death. Mark wanted me to suffer, watching the flames eat my skin.

I didn't give him the satisfaction. My final act was defiance, shattering a framed photo of Ashley Greene, the woman who destroyed my life.

His roar of fury was the last thing I heard before darkness. Then, nothing.

Until I woke up, in a luxurious armchair, the heavy satin of a wedding dress clinging to my unblemished skin.

A mirror showed me Sarah Miller, on my wedding day, about to marry Mark Johnson, the man who would one day burn me alive.

Memories of his torment and humiliation crashed into me, not a nightmare, but a dress rehearsal.

His abuse started long before the fire, isolating me, dismantling my family's business, and forcing me to beg for repentance at Ashley' s corporate shrine.

A soft knock interrupted the horrifying clarity. "Sarah? Are you ready? The car is waiting downstairs." It was Emily, my assistant, the snake who fed Ashley information.

This time, my face was a mask of calm. "I'll be down in a minute, Emily."

I walked to the window, overlooking the city, and saw her. Ashley Greene, in an identical wedding dress, already slipping into Mark' s penthouse.

This was the moment it all began. In my past life, I ignored the doubt. This time, I felt nothing but cold certainty.

My phone buzzed. "Sarah? Everyone is getting worried. Mark is waiting."

I looked at my reflection. No longer a naive bride, but a ghost with a second chance.

I didn't go downstairs. I didn't rush to confront them.

Why stop the show when I already knew how it ended?

This time, I wanted revenge.

I walked toward the emergency exit, away from my old life, for good.

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