Three Days Before the Wedding
That’s when my phone buzzed. A friend request.
From Rick.
I froze, staring at the screen.
“Who is it?” Ethan asked from the couch.
“No one,” I muttered, hitting ignore. My hands shook.
But it didn’t stop. Notifications kept popping up—he was liking old photos: my graduation, college parties, even my engagement pictures.
“Creepy,” I whispered, tossing my phone aside.
That night Mom noticed my pale face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just wedding stress.”
I brushed it off. This was my day. He wasn’t going to ruin it. At least, that’s what I thought.
