“We made it. And nothing—not even some Liam—is going to stop it now.”
I looked away. He walked further into the room, bent down, and kissed the top of my head like I was a possession, not a partner.
“You’re going to make a beautiful wife, Sarah. My wife.”
He turned and left as suddenly as he’d entered. Later, as the string quartet began to play, I walked through the rose garden in a daze.
The guests stood and turned. I smiled—at least I think I did. I couldn’t feel my face.
My hands gripped the bouquet like it might hold me up. The altar shimmered in the late morning sun. Edward stood beneath it, his face lit with victory, not love.
I moved forward slowly, step by step, until I reached him. Then I heard my name. “Sarah!”
You’re My Wife Now—Say the Words
It was loud, urgent, familiar.
The crowd gasped and turned. I looked over my shoulder—and my breath caught. Liam.
He stood at the end of the aisle, just beyond the seated guests, his shirt wrinkled, his jaw tense, eyes wild with desperation and hurt. “You didn’t come,” I snapped, emotion surging.. “I waited for hours.”
“I was in jail,” he said, his voice cracking.
“Edward called the police. Said I broke into your house.”
I turned sharply toward Edward. “Is that true?”
Edward’s face didn’t twitch.
“I did what I had to. I wasn’t going to let some ghost ruin our future.”
Liam took another step. “You lied.
You made sure I couldn’t be there.”
“Enough!” Edward barked. “This is our wedding. You’re making a scene.” He turned to the priest.
“I do. She does. Just say the words.”
The priest blinked, frozen.
“Miss, do you—”
“She does!” Edward shouted. “She’s mine.”
“No,” I said, quietly but firmly. A hush fell over everything.
Edward turned to me, laughing nervously. “You’re my wife now. That’s it.
We’re done.”
“I never said ‘I do,’” I replied. “That means it’s not valid.”
He stepped toward me, his face twisted. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not,” I said, and turned to Liam.
I wanted to run to him. But I couldn’t—not yet. Not with everything still burning inside me.
“I loved you,” I said. “But I can’t be with someone who disappears whenever things get hard.”
Liam’s face crumpled. “I didn’t choose to vanish.” He hesitated.
“Just tell me one thing. Do you still love me?”
I stared at him. My heart beat louder than the music.
I could feel everyone watching, holding their breath. But all I saw was him. “Yes,” I whispered.
I Walked Away from the Altar—and Took My Life Back
Edward lunged forward and grabbed my arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I ripped my arm free. “I was never yours.”
He laughed bitterly.
“We’re already married.”
“You’re not,” I said coldly. “Because I never gave my consent. You answered for me.
That’s not how this works.”
The priest took a step back, clearly horrified. Liam reached for my hand and I took it. And together, without another word, we turned and walked back down the aisle, past the rows of stunned guests, past the broken vows and bitter roses, out of the garden, out of that life.
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