The day was supposed to be perfect.The groom's family had chosen it with meticulous care—checking the weather, waiting for the blessing of a new moon. Everything had been planned down to the smallest detail. And yet, for reasons she couldn't explain, Park Jieun had spent the past few days with an unshakable unease… and a heart full of doubt.
Two women hovered around her, perfecting her makeup and styling her hair. She looked breathtaking when her reflection stared back at her, every strand and every detail in place. But beneath the flawless image, there was only emptiness. Her phone had rung more than ten times that day, and although she never answered, she knew exactly who it was.
"Let's go," she whispered.
Her steps were slow, uncertain, as she walked toward the altar—an aisle glowing under countless lights, lined with faces she barely registered. The moment she stepped inside, a strange chill ran through her. Around her, the low murmur of voices and the faint ringing of phones filled the air. No one noticed the vacant look in her eyes, or how her steps faltered.
Then, through the haze, the words reached her.
He… had an accident… right?