Our wedding day felt magical—soft music, candlelight, and roses surrounding us. David looked at me like
I was his entire world, and for a moment, I believed in forever. Years of love and hope had led to that night.
Our romance had always been steady, built on friendship, laughter, and trust. As we danced to Can’t Help Falling in Love,
I thought nothing could break us. Then he whispered, “You look beautiful as always, Amy.” My name isn’t Amy.
At first, I brushed it off as a mistake, but his expression said otherwise. Soon, distance grew—his phone always in hand,
his warmth fading. When I asked about Amy, he called her a colleague. But truth surfaced: messages, late nights, and the quiet of an office parking
