I Vanished Before the Wedding
Just three days after we got engaged, I stumbled across a private story posted by the girl he had grown up with.
'Too bad the boy who confessed to me ninety-nine times is marrying someone else in ten days.'
In the photo, he trailed behind her through a crowded mall, his arms loaded with shopping bags, looking as if he had rehearsed the scene a hundred times.
Curious, I scrolled down to read the comments.
'No way. The childhood-best-friend and first-love storyline still lost? Girl, that hurts.'
'Lost? He's getting married and still spending the whole day shopping with her. She didn't lose anything.'
'I feel bad for the bride. I'm seriously waiting for confession number one hundred to happen at the wedding, followed by a runaway groom scene.'
Watching strangers bicker in the comments, I quietly pressed the like button, blending into their chaos.
None of them knew that in just ten days, I would be the one stepping away from the altar.
The fake-death package I'd ordered was already in motion.
While my fiance and his childhood sweetheart mourned the love they claimed was out of reach, I quietly counted down the days until I could disappear for good.