It was the day I had been dreaming about for years. My wedding day. Everything had been perfectly planned, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I stood in my bridal suite, wearing a delicate lace robe, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was perfectly curled, and my makeup was flawless. I only had one last thing to do: put on my veil.

The door to my room was slightly ajar, and I heard a light knock. I opened it, expecting to see one of the bridesmaids or my mother, but no one was there. Just an envelope. Snow-white, with no writing or markings of any kind.

A chill ran down my spine. It felt… strange. Who would leave something for me at this moment? Maybe it was from Ted, my fiancé. He loved surprising me, always trying to add a bit of romance to everything. I smiled nervously, hoping he was up to something sweet.

I picked up the envelope, intrigued, and opened it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the flash drive inside. It was just a simple, unmarked drive, with a label on it: *”WATCH ME.”*

I frowned. What was this? A prank? I held it in my hand, turning it over. What could Ted be up to now? It didn’t seem like him, but there was something unsettling about the whole situation.

Without thinking too much about it, I walked over to the desk, opened my laptop, and plugged in the flash drive. A single file appeared on the screen. The title was simple: “Are you sure you want to MARRY HIM??”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. What was this? I felt an odd sense of dread wash over me, but curiosity overpowered my hesitation. I clicked the file.

A video opened.

The screen was dark at first, and then I saw Ted, my fiancé, talking. He was sitting on a couch, looking relaxed, but there was a coldness to his voice that made my heart race.

“Hey, Sarah,” Ted said casually. “I know you’ve been planning our wedding for a while now, but I need to be honest with you. You deserve the truth.”

My breath caught in my throat. The video wasn’t a confession of love; it was something else entirely. Ted’s voice had shifted into something that felt distant and calculated.

“I’ve been seeing someone else for the past six months,” he continued. “Her name is Claire. We’ve been together for a while now, and I think you deserve to know that I’m not the man you think I am.”

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. My legs wobbled, and I had to sit down on the bed to keep from collapsing. My mind was racing, my heart pounding. Was this real? Was this some sick joke?

The video continued, showing Ted and Claire together. They were sitting at a restaurant, laughing, holding hands—intimate, carefree. The video played for a few more seconds, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, even though every part of me wanted to shut it off.

“I couldn’t call off the wedding,” Ted said in the video, his voice full of what seemed like indifference. “I knew you would be devastated, but I thought you’d get over it. It was never about you. It was always about me, about my convenience, about getting what I want.”

I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know if I was hearing the truth or if this was some sick ploy. But deep down, I knew. This was real. Every word, every movement, every betrayal was real.

I couldn’t process it all. I stood up quickly, my body shaking uncontrollably. The dress that had once symbolized a future I had dreamed of now felt like a prison. I was suffocating.

I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Emma, who was supposed to be waiting outside. My hands trembled as I tried to dial her number. She picked up after the first ring.

“Sarah?” she asked, her voice full of concern. “What’s going on? You’re about to walk down the aisle.”

“Emma,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “You have to get me out of here. Now.”

“Sarah? What? What’s happening?”

“I… I can’t marry him. I can’t marry Ted,” I whispered, tears flooding my eyes.

I heard Emma’s breath hitch on the other end. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“He’s been seeing someone else. For months. And he… he doesn’t love me. Not the way I thought.” I could barely speak through the tears.

Emma was silent for a moment, then her voice softened. “I’m coming, okay? I’m coming to get you. Just… stay where you are. We’ll figure this out.”

I hung up, my head spinning. I couldn’t stay in this room, in this house, in this nightmare. I had to leave before the ceremony started. I had to get away from the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. I had to save myself from this heartbreak.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It was my mother.

“Sweetheart, it’s time,” she said, her voice full of excitement. “Everyone is waiting. Ted’s waiting for you.”

I looked at her, my heart sinking. How could I face her, how could I face *anyone*, when the truth was burning me alive from the inside out?

“I’m not marrying him, Mom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t.”

Her eyes widened in confusion. “What do you mean? What’s going on?”

I just shook my head, unable to explain further. The hurt, the confusion—it was too much.

I grabbed my things, walked out of the room, and didn’t look back.

As I stepped outside, I saw Emma’s car waiting, ready to take me away from everything I thought I knew. I could feel the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders, though the pain of betrayal still lingered in my heart. I had no idea where my life would go from here, but for the first time, I knew I had made the right choice.

I would never marry Ted. And I would never be the person he wanted me to be.

I was free.