Just Before I Do

Everyone thought Vivienne Ashford was the perfect bride.

She had the grace, the wealth, the soft smile.
A dream wedding. A flawless groom.
White flowers. Whispered vows. A slow, delicate kiss.

But beneath the veil, something far older than heartbreak was breathing.
Something colder. Calculated. Patient.

Because this wedding wasn't a celebration.

It was a trap.

And Vivienne is not the girl she used to be.

Not since she found the photo.
Not since she buried the version of herself who once believed in forgiveness.

Now, surrounded by chandeliers and secrets, she begins to dismantle everything he built - slowly, sweetly.

"You look perfect," Victor whispered, sliding the ring on her finger.
"And you," Vivienne replied, brushing his cheek with her lips, "look so easy to destroy."