Marrying Her Worst Enemy For Revenge

Summary

In a rare quiet moment during our pre-wedding photoshoot, my phone buzzed. I opened the smart home app, only to find the living room camera feed somehow timestamped eight years into the future.

The decor in the frame was still warm, comforting, and familiar. Our framed portrait hung in its usual place above the fireplace.

But then the camera panned.

A soft, rhythmic sound drifting from the half-open bedroom door made my ears hot. Even eight years from now, it seemed, Nina and I were still deeply in love.