Her Altar Secret Destroyed Us
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The ceremony had reached the exchange of rings. The officiant’s voice had just trailed off, leaving a soft, expectant silence in the chapel, when Mallory—standing directly across from me in ivory lace—decided to speak.
She didn't whisper. She didn't cry. In a tone as casual as someone remarking on a change in the weather, she told me she had been sleeping with my best friend.
I froze. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline of a cruel joke, but her eyes didn't even flicker. She didn't blink.
