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I Died in White
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2026-08-22 02:53:30SARAH'S POV
I died on my wedding day.
I know how that sounds.
But I did.
I remembered it. The knife. Blood was spreading across my white wedding dress.
David was standing there. Smiling. The same smile he used when he proposed.
Lisa, my best friend was next to him, holding his hand.
"Why?" I tried to ask. But it came out like nothing.
"The baby..."
Lisa just laughed. "There was no baby, Sarah. God, you believed that?"
David leaned down. I could smell him.
"Thanks, wife," he whispered. "You made it so easy."
And then... Darkness took me.
I woke up on the floor. My face hurt. Cold.
I was on our kitchen tile. The same tile I mopped last night.
"Sarah? SARAH!"
David. He sounded scared.
I opened my eyes and he was right there. Hair messy. Panic on his face.
For one second... one stupid second... I thought he cared.
I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I made it all up.
I pushed myself up. The room spun.
My hands. God, my hands were shaking.
No ring. Where was my ring?
I checked my finger again, nothing. We weren't supposed to get the ring until next week. Right?
I crawled to my phone. Dropped it twice.
When I finally got it...the screen cracked but it still came on.
August 14, 2026.
I made this sound. Half laugh, half sob.
I couldn't help it. It came out of me like I was choking.
Three years.
I got three years.
Three years before 2029. Before the wedding. Before the church. Before they killed me.
This was real. This wasn't a dream.
I could feel the tile. I could taste blood in my mouth.
Did I bite my tongue? Or was it from... before?
"Hey, baby?" David knelt in front of me. He reached for my hand and I flinched. He pulled back like I slapped him.
"You're freaking me out. What happened?"
I looked at him. Really looked.
The way his jaw twitched when he was lying.
The way he wouldn't reach my eyes.
This was the man I was going to marry. This was the man who was going to kill me.
My stomach turned.
I had to say something. Just anything. Or he'd know.
"I'm... I'm okay," I whispered. "I just... got dizzy." Didn't eat breakfast.
He blew out a breath like he'd been holding it. Rubbed his face.
"Jesus. You scared me. The lawyer emailed the prenup. We can sign after the wedding, yeah?" It's just paperwork.
After the wedding. Right.
After he had his name on everything.
I nodded. Because that's what Sarah from before would do. That's what she always did. Nod and smile and trust him.
Then I heard myself say it.
"I don't want Lisa to walk with me."
David frowned. "What?"
"I want... I want Ethan Blackwood."
Saying his name made my throat close up. Ethan Blackwood. The man from the news. Cold eyes. The only person who sent flowers to my funeral.
David went completely still like I poured ice on him.
"Sarah. Be serious. He's the CEO. He's not gonna walk his rival's fiancee down the aisle. People will talk.
"Let them talk." My voice cracked. I hated how weak it sounded. The words came out before I could stop them. "Please. If you love me, ask him."
David just stared at me. Then he got up and walked away. Didn't say anything.
I heard the bedroom door close.
I stayed on the floor.
My chest hurts. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
The phone was still in my hands shaking. August 14 2026.
I'm alive.
And I don't know if I can do this.
I don't know how to be this version of me.
But I have to try.
Because the other me is dead.
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