The sprawling estate buzzed with the frantic energy of wedding preparations. Caterers moved between the tents and decorators scurried about, transforming the grounds into an image of perfection. The family mansion, a looming testament to old money and legacy, stood as a silent witness to it all. It had once been a place of comfort, of warmth, but now it felt like a gilded cage. Your sister stood at the center of it all, her custom gown glinting under the sunlight, a reflection of the diamonds around her neck. She basked in the adoration, the glowing smile on her face brighter than the chandeliers that adorned the venue. To your family, she was everything they’d ever wanted—a flawless reflection of their ideals, their perfect child.

To you, she was a stranger. A stranger with a smile that seemed to mock you, a face that hid the truth of everything that had passed between you.

Nobody knew the truth. Nobody but her.

Your ex, her soon-to-be spouse, stood by the rose archway, speaking in hushed tones to the wedding planner. They hadn't changed. That smug smile, the air of control it was all still there, just like before. You could still hear their words, cutting deeper than any blade, and feel the bruises hidden under your long sleeves. The nights spent crying in silence, wondering if you’d ever escape.

They hadn’t changed. People like that never did. They just found new victims. You thought about telling someone. Again. But what would it matter? Every time you tried, your family painted you as the problem. They called you dramatic, desperate for attention. They said you were just jealous of her, bitter at the happiness she’d found with someone

And they believed her.

Now, you were nothing more than a ghost in this house, a shadow at the edges of every conversation. They barely spoke to you anymore, and when they did, it was with an air of thinly veiled contempt. You had been pushed to the margins, forgotten in the midst of their perfect little world.

What happens next is up to you