“You look beautiful,” he murmured, close enough that his cologne—the same one he wore to their secret hotel meet-ups—wrapped around her.
Inside the church, the organ started. Lena slipped into the back pew just as Mia began her walk down the aisle. Their eyes met for a second—Mia’s full of happy tears, Lena’s full of something else. Guilt. Fear. A sick, thrilling secret.
“She’s your wife now,” Lena whispered back, not looking at him.
At the reception, Lena danced with a distant cousin, drank two glasses of champagne too fast, and avoided the head table. Jake found her by the dessert bar, pretending to study a chocolate fountain.
It started with a shared Netflix password and ended with a shattered family portrait.