Chapter 3
The next day, the wedding venue brimmed with splendor.
Lincoln had arranged a grand, extravagant ceremony to show how much he cherished me. The hall was alive with laughter and excitement, the air thick with joy.
Among the sea of guests, my mother arrived as expected.
It had been years since I last saw her. She had grown thinner, the sharp angles of her face more pronounced. Wrinkles framed her tired eyes, and streaks of silver wove through her once–dark hair.
She looked older. Worn. Yet her expression was unreadable, her gaze flickering between me and Lincoln with an unreadable depth I couldn’t quite grasp.
Then, at the host’s invitation, she stepped onto the stage.
Lincoln, beaming with happiness.
“Auntie, thank you for coming to our wedding.” He paused, then promised with heartfelt devotion, “Please rest assured, I will cherish Sasha, love her for the rest of my life, and never let her suffer even the slightest grievance.”
A warm cheer rippled through the crowd. The host smiled and turned to my mother, catching the rising emotions.
“As the bride’s mother, is there anything you’d like to say to your daughter?”
A hush fell over the room, anticipation thick in the air.
But my mother didn’t offer blessings. She didn’t even look at me.
Instead, she spoke calmly.
“No.”
The single word sent a chill down my spine.
“I only have one thing to say to my son–in–law.”
With that, she stepped forward, leaned close to Lincoln, and whispered something into his ear.
The moment her words left her lips, Lincoln’s smile vanished.
His face drained of color, his eyes widening with sheer terror as he turned to me, stunned.
Mom’s Whisper Led My Father and Fiancé to Death.
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Then, without warning, he moved.
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He spun on his heel and bolted toward the hotel balcony as though possessed.
“Lincoln, stop!” I shouted, my voice sharp with panic.
But he didn’t hear me. Or maybe he did, but he was beyond reason.
He ran like a man being chased by death itself, desperate, frantic, until he reached the edge of the balcony and jumped.
A sickening thud split the air.
Screams erupted from below, sharp and horrified.
It happened too fast.
By the time I could even process what I had seen, Lincoln was already sprawled on the ground, limp, lifeless, a crimson pool spreading beneath him.
He never made a sound again.
