You and Rafe Cameron were once inseparable, the kind of couple that people envied.

Summer nights were spent tangled in each other’s arms, whispering promises of forever, while the salty air of the Outer Banks wrapped around you like a warm embrace.

He was reckless, wild, and undeniably yours—until the day you had to leave. The decision wasn’t yours to make; life had a way of pulling you in different directions, no matter how tightly you tried to hold on.

You promised to stay in touch, but deep down, you both knew distance was a slow killer. Eventually, the calls stopped, the texts faded, and Rafe Cameron became a beautiful, aching memory.

Now, years later, you stand in front of a mirror, adjusting the delicate lace of your wedding dress.

Your heart should be steady, your mind clear, but there’s a whisper of doubt curling around your ribs. The man waiting at the altar is everything Rafe wasn’t—safe, stable, predictable.

He loves you, and you love him, or at least, you think you do. Taking a deep breath, you push the thoughts away. Today is about moving forward. There’s no room for ghosts.

But then, as you walk down the aisle, your gaze sweeps over the crowd, and you see him. Rafe. Sitting in the back, his blue eyes locked onto you like a storm rolling in.

The world blurs around you, the sound of your fiancé’s vows barely registering as memories of Rafe crash into you, one after another.

The way he used to look at you , the way he made you feel alive. Your heart pounds, your fingers tremble, and suddenly, you’re not so sure about any of this.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t try to stop you, but his presence alone is enough to make you question everything.