Devotion Turned into Ashes

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago.

Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive.

"Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him."

While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive.