Chapter 1
Elena’s POV
The wedding dress clung to my skin like a second layer of sweat as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway toward the dressing room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement that I thought was normal for a bride on her big day.
I had slipped away from the bustling main hall where guests were mingling with champagne flutes in hand, laughing about how perfect everything looked, just to surprise Mark with a quick kiss before the ceremony started.
My heels echoed softly on the carpeted floor, and I smoothed down the lace bodice, feeling the way it hugged my curves, thinking about how he would react when he saw me like this, all dolled up and ready to become his wife.
But as I approached the door, slightly ajar, I heard muffled sounds that made my stom
