HE KISSED ANOTHER WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME... BUT WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR, THEY HAD BOTH VANISHED
HE KISSED ANOTHER WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME... BUT WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR, THEY HAD BOTH VANISHED
PART 1
I watched my fiancé kiss another woman.
Then thirty seconds later...
He texted me asking where I was.
For one terrifying moment, I thought I was losing my mind.
The Sterling Hotel was hosting its annual charity gala, and every politician, billionaire, and celebrity in the city seemed to be there.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead.
A jazz quartet played softly from the ballroom.
Champagne glasses clinked.
Everyone looked perfect.
Including Nathan Brooks.
The man I was supposed to marry in three weeks.
I had stepped away from the ballroom to answer a phone call from my sister. When I came back, I heard laughter echoing from the east hallway.
Nathan's laugh.
I smiled automatically.
Then I turned the corner.
My smile disappeared.
Nathan stood with his hand around the waist of a beautiful woman wearing a dark red velvet dress.
She leaned toward him.
He didn't move away.
Instead...
He kissed her.
Slowly.
Like they had done it a hundred times before.
My heart stopped.
"Nathan..."
The word barely escaped my lips.
Neither of them heard me.
The woman whispered something into his ear.
They laughed together.
Then they walked through an old wooden door marked PRIVATE.
I stood frozen.
Five years.
Five years together.
And this was how it ended?
Tears blurred my vision.
I wiped them away and marched toward the door.
No more excuses.
No more lies.
I grabbed the brass handle.
My hand was shaking.
I threw the door open.
The room...
Was empty.
Not almost empty.
Completely empty.
No Nathan.
No woman.
No footsteps.
No windows.
No second door.
Only an abandoned library covered in dust.
I spun around in disbelief.
"I just saw them..."
A voice behind me made me jump.
"You shouldn't have opened that door."
An elderly housekeeper stood in the hallway.
She looked terrified.
Before I could ask what she meant...
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She whispered,
"You're not the first bride to see them."