Jane looked into the floor-length mirror at herself. Her wedding day had finally arrived after months of preparation. Despite her nervousness, she was thrilled with how her vision had materialized. She would marry Victor, the guy of her dreams, in just thirty minutes.
Jane couldn’t help but feel worried but yet excited as she smoothed down the intricate lace of her bridal gown. She inhaled deeply, attempting to still the butterflies in her stomach. The best day of her life was going to be today.
However, Jane’s entire life fell apart as she was ready to leave for the ceremony. With a shocked and furious expression on his face, Victor, her cherished prospective spouse, stormed into the bridal suite.
Victor remarked, his voice shaking with emotion, “Jane, we need to talk.”
Jane turned to face him, startled and confused, her heart thumping in her chest. What’s ailing you, Victor? Is everything in order?
However, Victor unleashed a bombshell that broke Jane’s life into a million pieces before she could even finish her query.
Victor stated in a betrayed voice, “I know the truth, Jane.” “I am aware that you are not a virgin.”
Jane’s heart gave out. It was like someone had torn the earth away from under her feet. How could Victor be aware of such a private aspect of her past? More importantly, why was it relevant?
Victor’s comments rang in Jane’s ears as she tried to process what was happening. With a sickening feeling, she understood that her dream wedding was rapidly becoming a nightmare.
Voice choking with emotion, Victor murmured, “I can’t marry you, Jane.” “A person who has lied to me cannot be my spouse.”
Jane’s eyes filled with tears as the situation’s truth set in. Regarding everything else, including her concerns, hopes, and dreams, she had been open and honest with Victor. However, she had never anticipated that her history would return to haunt her in a manner this harsh and destructive.
Jane was left standing by herself as Victor rushed out of the bridal suite, her wedding dress billowing around her like a ghostly reminder of the pleasure and love that had eluded her. Jane realized that fairytales were merely fabrications and that happily ever afters could occasionally come crashing down.
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