Bethany’s face shifted from pale to red, then to an alarming shade of purple as she struggled, her mind gripped by a terrifying thought.
Mitchell really seemed to want to kill her.
Vanessa entered just in time to witness this scene, letting out a horrified scream.
It was then that Mitchell regained a bit of his sanity, and the pressure in his hands loosened. He looked down at Bethany, her eyes wide with terror, and demanded in a slow, deliberate voice, “Why was it you who showed up at the wedding? And how did you get Heather’s wedding ring?”
For days, Mitchell had been consumed by the search for Heather, his mind unable to focus on anything else. But now, as he faced Bethany again, the questions he had buried rushed back.
Bethany was trembling uncontrollably, and in her fear, she spilled everything that had happened after Mitchell left her place on the morning of their wedding day.
“I didn’t get the ring until after you left. A courier delivered it, and the wedding planners called me about the event. They told me to come to the venue,” she explained, her voice quivering. “I didn’t think too much of it–I just went because I thought I could stand in for Heather and marry you.
Freed from Mitchell’s grasp, she scrambled behind Vanessa, her body still shaking.
Mitchell immediately contacted the head of the wedding planning company, his gaze locked on Bethany with an intensity that felt suffocating
“If I find out you’re lying, I swear you won’t get away with it.”
Minutes later, Mitchell learned that Heather had requested a change of brides at least two weeks before the wedding, and the mystery that had been haunting Mitchell for days was finally solved. But this revelation only caused his heart to ache.
