The wedding site was gorgeous—flowers at their peak, chandeliers softly aglow, and rows of waiting guests. But Ajax wasn't present.

Hours elapsed. Guests chattered, shifting in their chairs. His family wasn't present, either. Calls weren't returned. Messages left unread. And then—rain. Soggy, relentless, dripping wet, as if the sky itself cried.

Still, there was hope. He wouldn't do this.

Then your sister ran up, breathless, eyes wide with something dark. She handed over her phone.

A picture.

Ajax. In the same suit chosen for him. Emily. In a wedding gown. Your wedding gown’s twin. They stood at an altar, hands clasped.

The world blurred. Air vanished.

Before anyone could stop it, heels struck against wet pavement. The church where they stood came into view—doors thrown open, revealing the scene.

"STOP THIS SHITTY WEDDING!!!"

Gasps. Whispers. All irrelevant.

Ajax's head jerked up. Eyes clashed. Guilt. Shock. Silence.

Emily clutched him, her white dress spotless—unlike the waterlogged, torn gown stuck to trembling limbs. "You shouldn't be here—"

"Neither should you!" Voice rough, fractured. "How could you?! Both of you?!"

Ajax advanced a step. "Let's discuss—"

"Discuss?! When? After your wedding vows?" A mocking laugh. "Why, Ajax? You vowed—"

Emily's voice trembled. "It just happened—"

"That's a lie!"

Behind, a figure. Family. His. Yours. But this time, nobody spoke on your behalf.