My Earbud Spoiled Your Fake Wedding

On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally connected to Natalie’s Bluetooth earbud.

I was about to disconnect when I heard her voice—but she wasn't talking to anyone in the room. She was speaking to her future self, ten years down the line.

"Do not marry Lester Davis!" the voice warned, a frantic, desperate whisper in my ear. "He’ll find out the marriage certificate is fake. It won't just destroy you—it’ll kill your first child with Jared, and he'll throw acid in Jared's face!"

My mind went entirely blank, a sudden, deafening static roaring in my head.