Wedding Day Betrayal

ail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she w

sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed wit

in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in da

murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating

cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover