It was as if I had never existed, completely erased from their fairytale narrative.
But then, a new video emerged, one that sent shockwaves through the public. As the wedding reached its peak, just as they were about to exchange rings, Sylus ran.
Chaos ensued, and Charlotte, overwhelmed with shock and humiliation, fainted at the altar. The guests were left in a state of confusion, and the wedding descended into complete disorder.
Meanwhile, I was quietly finishing my own preparations. The villa had successfully sold, and I was ready to leave the city behind for good, away from Sylus, from Charlotte, from everything tied to the nightmare they had dragged me into.
But as I sat in the back of the taxi on my way to the airport, my phone rang. When I saw Sylus’ name, with a heavy sigh, I answered.
“Where are you?” Sylus’s voice came through, breathless and panicked. “Why did you sell the villa and disappear? Is this some kind of game to you?”
