The Bride's Dark Secret

Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica.

She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically.

But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor.

"What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected.

The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it.