They say a wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of a woman’s life.But as I stood behind the heavy oak doors of the Bellington private chapel, dressed in white like some willing bride, I had never felt more like a prisoner. My name is Selina Okoye, and today I am marrying the son of the man who destroyed my family.The thought repeated itself like a drumbeat beneath my ribs steady, relentless, impossible to silence. I had spent the days leading up to this moment trying to hollow myself out. To become something mechanical. Something that could move through the motions of this day without fracturing. I had managed it, mostly. Kept my expression blank during the fittings, kept my voice steady during the phone calls, kept my tears private in the dark hours of the nights when sleep refused to come. I had convinced myself I was ready.But standing here now, with the music beginning on the other side of those doors, I understood that I had only been lying to myself.The fabric of my
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