The post was accompanied by a photo of us holding hands.
The comments section was flooded with blessings and all the "shipping" remarks quickly disappeared.
Louis even handed over all responsibility for future promotional work to his team.
From that moment on, Laura disappeared from our lives.
I thought everything would finally go back to normal. Until the night before the wedding.
While using the computer in the study, I stumbled across a hidden folder buried deep in the files. The name on it made my breath catch—LM.
Subconsciously, I thought of Laura Madison.
My lips trembled as I clicked. It was encrypted. I tried our birthdays and both were wrong.
Louis never bothered with complicated passwords.
Then I remembered Laura’s very first post on her second account. [June 28th, our first encounter.]
Ding. The folder unlocked.
And my heart sank.
Inside was a video. My partner of six years was on top of this woman, locked in a passionate embrace.
A voice hissed through the speakers.
"Louis, why are you recording this?"
"Don’t you like it, Laura? I’ll keep this forever. Even Claire doesn’t get something like this."
"Only you, Laura. Only you. I love you."
I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears burning in my eyes—but I refused to let them fall.
Claire Harris, this is the last time you cry for him.
That night, he came home from a banquet, still reeking of alcohol and threw himself at me. "Claire, we’re getting married tomorrow. I’m so happy."
"I love you so much, Claire."
But I only stared at him, my fingers already flying across the keyboard as I typed.
[Clarke, give me a little surprise at tomorrow’s wedding.]
The next day, the wedding was nothing short of a dream—gorgeous and radiant. My eyes warmed as I looked around, surrounded by family exchanging greetings, their faces lit with smiles.
Louis pulled me into his arms, his voice trembling with emotion. "Claire, I finally get to marry you. This is the best day."
I forced a faint smile, but inside I knew it was nothing more than a fragile illusion.
Then, just as the wedding slideshow played on the big screen, the images froze. The screen flickered black.
Louis frowned. "What’s going on with the projector? I’ll check."
The next second, the screen lit up again this time with a high-definition, uncensored video of Louis and Laura, tangled in bed.
Her sultry voice filled the hall. "Louis, I love you so much."
