The Night It All Fell Apart✨
The lace hem of her bridal gown brushed the floor as Tara stood in the stillness of the dressing room. Tomorrow, she would be a wife on paper, in photos, and in a life everyone expected her to celebrate.
But something tugged at her.
A vibration on the vanity. Her phone, blinking with unread messages.
She shouldn't have looked. But she did.
Her fiancé's name. Her boss's name. Their words too casual, too intimate-threaded together in betrayal. A secret affair, now exposed by careless arrogance.
Tara didn't scream. She didn't sob. She simply removed her veil, folding it with hands that refused to shake.
She walked to the mirror not to admire, but to witness. The girl staring back at her looked too calm for what she now knew.
In a bag, she packed only the essentials: her grandmother's journal, a cardigan, silence.
Then she stepped out of the suite, out of the fantasy, out of the life curated for someone who no longer existed.
No note. No scene.
Just a woman who had finally chosen herself.
She didn't know what came next.
But it wouldn't be a wedding.
It would be the beginning.