Allison’s PovThe only thing on my mind was escaping, not the ongoing wedding, or the guests.Not even the man everyone believed I had married for love.Escaping.The word repeated itself inside my head like a prayer and a warning all at once.I smiled, laughed, and pretended, all for survival.That was all I had to do.The reception was in full swing around me. Music floated through the garden, guests chatted happily, and waiters moved between tables carrying trays of food and drinks.To everyone else, this was a celebration. To me, it felt like a countdown.I forced a smile when someone congratulated me.Forced another when one of Clyde’s business associates wished us a lifetime of happiness.Every second felt heavier than the last, my stomach churned violently.The nausea had been relentless since morning. At first I tried ignoring it.Then I tried breathing through it, neither worked. I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up.I gripped the sink afterward, breathing hard
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