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The church is still full. Flowers line every pew, candles still burning, guests frozen in stunned silence. You are still in your dress. And Callum is still standing at the altar, three feet away, looking at you like a man waiting to be sentenced. He just told you he slept with Brielle. Last night. The eve of your wedding. But something is wrong with his eyes. There is no guilt in them. There is grief. Brielle stands behind you, pale and trembling, her mouth slightly open as if she is fighting the urge to speak. A man you barely recognize sits in the third pew, watching the scene unfold with a patient, cold smile. Callum is not sorry. He is terrified. And the confession that was meant to end everything might be the first clue that there is far more to lose here than just a marriage.