My father leaned in, his expression flat, like he was signing a contract rather than celebrating a marriage. Chloe turned her face slightly, letting him kiss her cheek instead of her lips.
It didn’t feel like a wedding.
It felt staged. Hollow. Wrong.
Just three months earlier, Chloe and I had been planning our future together.
She was everything I could have hoped for—beautiful, kind, and someone I trusted completely. When she said yes to marrying me, I thought I had won at life.
Everything felt perfect.
Until she vanished.
No explanation. No warning. One day she was there, and the next she was gone.
For an entire week, I believed she had simply abandoned me.
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