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Three days after I ditched my wedding, my fiancé killed himself in our wedding room, leaving me everything he owned.
Going through his stuff, I found walls plastered with my photos. and blood stains soaked into the floor.
His assistant spoke up, “Mr. Garcia had a crush on you for years.”
“His depression was terminal. Only stalking you gave him any peace…”
Every detail hit like a punch to the gut – horrifying yet heartbreaking.
So, when time reset and my childhood buddy came with his perfect elopement scheme, I smiled and said no.
“I’m staying.”
I needed to see what kind of beautiful insanity had driven this man who’d rather die than live without me.
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Alaric died on the third day after I ran away from the wedding.
Dad and my brother went to the manor, all apologetic, to tell
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him I’d bailed. They’d barely left when the news hit – Alaric had slashed his wrists.
Dead before the medies could save him.
In his will–written long ago he’d left me everything.
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When my brother’s call reached me overseas, my blood turned
to ice.
To me, Alaric was just some asshole who suddenly showed up demanding marriage. I didn’t know him at all.
But everything in the wedding room pointed to one truth: he’d loved me for years.
At the request of his private lawyer, I hurried back home, only to get his ashes. I held the urn like it might bite.
No one knew where he came from. Not a single family member ever showed up.
His assistant stared at the urn in my hands, broken. Then he said, “Mr. Garcia was obsessed with you for years.”
“His depression was killing him. You were his only lifeline.”
“I thought this marriage would fix him, but…”
He trailed off. No accusation, but guilt hit me like a truck.
He passed me a key. “The estate. He bought it for you.”
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“Also your wedding suite. The one he designed himself.”
And, the same one where they found him bleeding out.
The place was massive – even had a private racetrack on the manicured lawn.
Inside, everything was royal blue–my favorite color. Every piece of furniture and detail was arranged just as I liked it.
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One room was a shrine to me – photos from sophomore year till
now.
So, this creep had been stalking me with his camera all along.
Fon
His blood was still there, brown and the floor, stinking
of metal.
All the evidence pointed to obsession, but the truth made it all one sick joke.
Fury ripped through me again.
Idiot. If you loved me, why not just say it?
Who the hell marries some psycho who storms in demanding marriage?
Now you’re dead. What, thought guilt would chain me to your ghost?
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I dumped it all – every penny, the estate, everything he left me.
The cleaners rip down the photos like trash, letting them fall over those bloodstains…
Just like that, every trace of Alaric’s twisted, short life got wiped.
away.
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