In a world where love can be both a gift and a curse, Sarah Montgomery finds herself trapped between the past and the present. As a young bride, she lost her husband on their wedding day, but the love they shared refuses to fade. Now, with a mysteri...
The church bells rang out, their joyful chime echoing through the small, picturesque town of Willowbrook. Sarah Montgomery stood at the altar, her hands trembling as she clutched the bouquet of white roses. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, as she gazed up at the man she was about to marry—Thomas Caldwell, the love of her life.
The day was perfect, just as she had always dreamed. The sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the aisle. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, and the soft murmur of the guests added to the warm, comforting atmosphere.
But as the minister began to speak, a strange sense of foreboding washed over Sarah. She glanced at Thomas, who was smiling down at her, his eyes filled with love. But something was wrong—she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.
Before she could process the feeling, the doors of the church burst open, and a figure stumbled inside. Gasps filled the room as all eyes turned to the intruder—a man, drenched in blood, his face pale and twisted with pain.
"Help me," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "They're coming..."
Chaos erupted as the guests began to scream and scramble for the exits. Sarah's world spun as she watched in horror. But it was the look on Thomas's face that sent a chill down her spine—pure, unfiltered terror.
Thomas released her hands and took a step back, his eyes darting around the room. "I have to go," he whispered, almost to himself.
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"Thomas, wait!" Sarah called after him, but he was already running toward the man at the door.
And then, without warning, a deafening gunshot rang out. Sarah froze as Thomas crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Her scream echoed through the church, but the world had already gone dark.
CHAPTER 2: THE AFTERMATH
Days turned into weeks, and Willowbrook was shrouded in grief. The funeral was held on what should have been the happiest day of Sarah's life. Instead of celebrating her marriage, she was burying the man she loved.
The town was abuzz with rumors—whispers of who could have wanted Thomas dead, why he had been targeted, and what the bloodied man had been running from. But no answers came, and Sarah found herself drowning in sorrow.
Her home, once filled with laughter and plans for the future, was now a prison. She wandered through the rooms, her fingers brushing against the remnants of their life together—the wedding dress still hanging in her closet, the half-written thank-you notes for gifts they would never receive, the invitation cards that now felt like a cruel joke.
One night, unable to sleep, Sarah found herself standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her—pale, hollow-eyed, and broken. The dress she had worn on her wedding day was still laid out on the bed, untouched since that fateful day.
