The Woman at My Wedding: An utterly addictive psychological thriller with a spine-chilling twist

The guests are gathered on the beach under the setting sun as it sends bold brush-strokes of orange and pink across the sky. We’ve timed everything so well. As I step forward, everyone lets out a collective gasp of admiration, and warmth spreads through my chest. With every step I take, I know I’m walking toward love and the promise of a future filled with more happiness than I can hold inside my heart. Along with the hushed whispers of the guests, the soft murmur of the ocean lulls me into a strangely serene state. Each step feels like a small victory against anything—and anyone—who has tried to stop me from reaching this moment. But then it happens, like a bolt of lightning. My throat tightens and a small wheeze escapes my lips, my vision blurring at the edges. My heart begins to race as I realize what’s happening, the panic rising like a powerful ocean wave. It threatens to drown me, but I force myself to take deep breaths, as much as I can. The guests’ voices seem to grow louder in my ears, their joyful chatter blending with the roar of the sea.---