The groom’s words hung in the suite like smoke. His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile — more a satisfied predator’s twitch. The bride’s face drained of color. Her gloved fingers dug into the delicate lace of her own dress as if it could anchor her to reality.
She stumbled back half a step, the heavy train of her gown whispering across the marble floor. Rose petals from the scattered bouquet lay crushed under her heels. The champagne glasses on the side table caught the last warm rays of sunset, turning the liquid inside the color of blood.
“You… you’re already married?” Her voice cracked.
He didn’t deny it. Instead, he adjusted his cuffs with deliberate calm, as if they were discussing the weather.
“Two years ago. Small ceremony. She was… complicated. Always questioning everything.” His eyes flicked toward the door, listening. “You were different. Sweet. Trusting. Beautiful enough to make the photos perfect.”
The bride’s chest heaved. Tears carved fresh tracks through her flawless makeup. “I gave up everything for you. My apartment, my job, my friends who warned me—”
“And they were right,” he cut in softly. “But you didn’t listen. That’s why you were perfect.”
A sharp knock echoed from the hallway.
The bride’s head snapped toward the sound. Through the partially open door she glimpsed a flash of white lace identical to her own. A woman stood there — same height, same dark wavy hair, same tiara slightly askew — sobbing quietly while clutching a marriage certificate.
The groom sighed, almost affectionately. “She never knows when to stay away.”
He walked past the bride without touching her, as if she were already a ghost. At the doorway he paused, turning back just enough for her to see the chilling indifference in his eyes.
“Stay here. Look pretty. The guests are waiting downstairs. After the photos, we’ll figure out what to do with you.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
She was alone in the suite that smelled of roses and betrayal. Her reflection in the ornate mirror stared back — a perfect bride who had just become the other woman. Her hands shook as she reached for her phone, but the screen was cracked. A single notification glowed: a message from an unknown number.
“He’s done this before. Run.”
Outside, she could hear the other bride’s muffled crying mixing with the distant sound of wedding music starting in the ballroom below.
She looked at her own ring — the one he had sworn was unique. The engraving that now felt like a brand.
In the mirror, for one terrifying second, she thought she saw two grooms standing behind her.
The bride in white dropped to her knees among the rose petals, the weight of the dress suddenly unbearable. The clock on the wall ticked louder than her heartbeat.
Thirty minutes until the ceremony.
And she still didn’t know which one of them was the real monster.
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