All Chapters of The Wedding Loop: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eve gave me a long, hard look before pulling out another phone. The screen lit up. The display read 9:43 AM. She then flipped the camera around to point at the dressing room window. The glaring sun hung high between endless blue sky and soft white clouds.Eve’s stern voice ensued. “It’s 9:43 AM on April 1st, 2026. My wedding starts in 17 minutes. “Aisling, you’re my best friend. Are you seriously going to keep this up?” With a solemn look, I approached the floor-to-ceiling window in my hotel room and pulled the curtains apart. I aimed my phone at the night sky outside the window, letting every word sink in. “Look. What time do you think it is here?” …The line went quiet. Eve was stunned. Beyond the window was pitch black, except for scattered lights flickering in the distance. “T-That’s impossible.” Eve gasped. A cold scoff cut Eve off before she could say anything. Hunter sneered at the camera. “I told you so, Eve. Aisling can’t stand to see you happ

Just as I was about to cave, Eve showed up on the livestream, bawling her eyes out. He said something that made my blood run cold.“Aisling, I know you’re upset with us. Hunter was harsh toward you, but we didn’t lie to you. Even… Even if you won’t attend my wedding, can you please return the ring to me? “The ring means the world to me. Hunter had it custom-made for me. Our wedding won’t be complete without the ring. Please, Aisling…” Those words hit me like a bolt of lightning, clearing all the fog in my mind. Eve and I had been friends for over a decade, so she was no stranger to my habit of losing things. I had lost everything from keys, purse, to my phone. On more than one occasion, Eve would pinch my cheek and say, “Aisling, with your terrible memory, I can’t trust you with the wedding ring. Otherwise, my groom will have to slip an invisible one on my finger.” Throughout the entire wedding prep, I hadn’t been in charge of safeguarding the ring, nor had I been shown wh

The eyes of the manager, Sophie, flickered when I exited the elevator. Quick to hide her emotions, she put on a corporate smile. One of the police officers approached and stopped me before asking sternly, “Miss, did you call 911?” I nodded. “That’s right. I dialed the emergency line because someone attacked me on the 17th floor.” The police’s expression turned grim. “Who is the attacker? Did you get a good look at his face? Do you know the person?” Instead of responding to his questions, I shifted my gaze to Sophie, who seemed all too calm. I said with composure, “Before going with you to the precinct, I need to get to the ballroom.” Sophie’s face went stiff. Without thinking, she stepped out in front of me, her smile turning brittle. “I’m sorry, miss, but the ballroom is not accessible at the moment.” “Why is that?” I stared into her eyes while inching closer. “Uh… There’s an ongoing renovation. For safety reasons, the area has been cordoned off.” Despite her darting

The leader of the squad was a man in his forties with a broad, chiseled face. He carried himself with a commanding presence, his eyes piercing. He was Terry Miles, the local deputy chief and the head of the special task force. After getting out of the car, Terry glanced at me before leading me, a discolored Sophie, and the entire squad to the ballroom at the back of the hotel. The yellow police tape remained criss-cross over the doors of the ballroom, looking rather eerie in the wee hours of 1:00 A.M. Before opening the door, Terry stopped, turned around, and stared intently at me. “Are you sure about this, Aisling? You’ll probably face more than the truth behind these doors. It could be your deepest, darkest fear. Are you ready for that?” I met his gaze without shying away before nodding solemnly. “I’m ready. By facing the fear, I can kill the one who creates it.” Sophie, standing next to me, could barely stay on her feet. My remark threw her off balance, and she nearl

Terry’s face fell when he saw the state of me. At the time, I received a mysterious phone call, after which I completely broke down. I lost control in public, crying and shouting that I had killed Eve and tried to end my life, which got me checked into a psychiatric ward due to my mental state. Strangely, the police checked my phone and could not find any records of a call. With history bound to repeat itself, Terry took a step forward to snatch the phone out of my hand. Before his hand could reach mine, I jerked backward and picked my tear-stained face up before giving him an assuring look. I then spoke into the phone while the person on the other end tore into me, my voice barely above a whisper yet clear.“How long do you plan on keeping up with the act?” …Tension hung heavily in the air. The screaming on the other end came to an abrupt stop. Terry and the detectives behind him looked at me in shock and disbelief. Even Sophie, who had been making herself scarce