My Future Self Texted Me Stop The Wedding

Only ten minutes left before the wedding, and my phone buzzed with an incredibly sickening photo.

In the picture, a man was so emaciated he was nothing but skin and bones, groveling on the floor like a dog.

And my bride-to-be, Vanessa Hayes, was standing over him, looking down with absolute disgust.

Just as I was about to block this prank number, two more messages popped up.

[Run. Leave the wedding right now. Whatever you do, do not marry Vanessa!]

[The man on the floor is you in ten years!]