Elena, Max’s sister, showed him undeniable proof: Sofia had kissed another man at a café. Crushed but furious, Max decided not to cancel the wedding—he would turn it into Sofia’s reckoning. On the wedding day, the venue was perfect, just as Sofia had planned. But as the music swelled and the bridesmaids entered,
guests gasped: they were all dressed in black. A chilling contrast to the pastel colors Sofia had so carefully chosen. Sofia, radiant in her white gown, froze when she saw the dark sea of dresses. Confused and rattled, she continued down the aisle, her smile fading fast.At the altar, Max leaned in and, just loud enough for all to hear, told her, “This isn’t a wedding—it’s a funeral. For the love you killed.” Shock rippled through the guests. When Sofia demanded answers, her own bridesmaids,