I was supposed to become someone else's wife today.

Standing at the altar, facing my gentle fiancé, I struggled to say "I do" without meaning it. For three years, I had been trying to forget the one who would never come back—my first love, Shawn Mitchell.

The military said he died in combat. I cried until I had no tears left, and even learned to start over.

Until halfway through the wedding ceremony, I saw that familiar silhouette.

"That's Shawn! I'm certain that's Shawn!" I screamed frantically to my friend.

"Serena, honey," Brianna looked at me with concern, "maybe the wedding stress made you hallucinate..."

"It's not a hallucination!"

So I did the craziest thing of my life—in front of all the guests, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, I chased him out of the church. I had to find the truth, even if it cost me everything.

My Love is Dead

Shawn's POV
**Eight months later**
Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds onto Serena's face as she slept peacefully, one hand gently resting on her rounded belly. Thirty-eight weeks—our daughter could arrive any moment.
I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her. These eight months...

Chapter 8