Elena’s POV
The morning of the wedding arrived faster than I could have imagined. I woke up nervous and excited at the same time, my body still tangled with Damien’s. His arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me close even in sleep, as if he was afraid I might slip away in the night. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to his steady breathing, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. I was marrying the man I loved. But my stomach was twisted with a mix of excitement and a deep, nagging unease that I couldn’t quite shake.
I carefully slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him yet. I walked to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection looked tired, dark circles under my eyes from
