Married The Wrong Groom
My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke.
“If this is part of the bloopers for the same-day edit video, this isn’t funny anymore,” I stammered out, my nervous laugh echoing through the church like something broken.
“You don’t have to understand,” he said simply, his tone sharp and final. “You’re marrying me now.”
“N-No!” My bouquet slipped from my trembling hands, petals scattering over the marble floor. “You’re a stranger! Someone, please—”
I turned to my parents, my throat closing around their names. “Mom? Dad? Please help me stop this.”
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