2 hours before my wedding, my phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
Just one sentence:
“You’re not the only one marrying him.”
I almost laughed.
It felt like a bad joke.
Then another message came in.
A photo.
My smile disappeared instantly.
It was him.
In a suit, smiling the same way he did today.
Next to him was a woman in a wedding dress.
Holding his arm.
But it wasn’t me.
The date—
Three years ago.
My hands started shaking.
That wasn’t edited.
I knew him too well.
Another message popped up:
“If you don’t believe it, come to this address.”
A hotel room number.
Everyone thought I was going to fix my makeup.
But I wasn’t.
I was going to find out one thing—
Was I the other woman?