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
"Serena," I said quietly, trying to stay calm, "walk slowly toward the car, don't look back."
"What?" She looked at me confused, "What's wrong?"
"Trust me." My voice became urgent, "Go now."
But it was too late.
One of the men spotted us and nodded to his companion. They began movin...

Chapter 9