The Liar I Loved

I had a terrible feeling about this. Not about the whole setup or anything, just on what was to come.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, isn't it? I mean it's my wedding day for goodness sake, so why did I have this eerie feeling?

Maybe it's because I've been standing on the altar for a while and no one has been able to contact Richard, my soon to be husband. I really won't believe he'd stand me up on my wedding day, our wedding day.

Maybe he was running late, maybe he decided to make a really stupid grand entrance, maybe...

The sound of a bullet was heard in the church hall. My heart was filled with panic, but my legs were already affected by the adrenaline rushing through me.

"Please God, no, just no" I silently prayed as I burst open the church doors, almost stumbling on the way, looking back I wish I'd stumbled, at least I would've had time to put myself in order before I saw what traumatizes me till date.

Richard, my Richard barely some feet away from the church hall, on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

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Emma is more than broken when she finds her fiancé dead on their wedding day, but what she doesn't realise is how much more broken she will be when she finds out the entire truth.