LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 9: The special day:
A week later~~~
Your heart raced as you stepped into the grand hall, the melody of the wedding march echoing faintly around you. The aisle stretched endlessly before you, lined with petals that looked too perfect, too staged. At the front, Satoru stood waiting, his signature smile curving his lips—but it wasn't warm or loving. It was sharp, dangerous, as if he knew something you didn't. His crystalline blue eyes locked onto yours, gleaming with a sinister amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to steady yourself, tried to convince yourself it was just nerves, but the unease lingered.
The applause rose as you took another shaky step, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. Your hands gripped the bouquet tighter, the stems digging into your palms as you struggled to focus on the faces of the guests. But your gaze kept flickering back to Satoru, to the way his expression didn't falter, didn't soften. It was as if he was enjoying your discomfort, waiting for you to reach him with a patience that felt predatory. Your chest tightened, fear threading through the disbelief. Was this really happening? And if it was, why did it feel more like a trap than a promise? You couldn't believe it was actually happening.
With each step, the world around you blurred, the faces of the guests melting into an indistinct haze. The only thing anchoring you was Satoru's gaze, sharp and unyielding, pulling you closer like a magnet. Finally, you stood before him, the scent of roses mingling with something colder, heavier in the air. The priest began speaking, his voice a low drone you barely registered as your heartbeat thundered in your ears, but you agree to the vows with no choice. Satoru tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he waited for the moment he seemed to anticipate with relish. "Do you take Satoru Gojo to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest's question cut through the fog in your mind.
Your mouth went dry, and for a moment, you couldn't answer. The weight of Satoru's gaze, the tension crackling between you, made the words stick in your throat. "I…" you began, voice trembling, but the hesitation lingered, stretching the moment into an eternity. Satoru's smile faded away and he glared at you. "Yes, she does," he says it for you, leaving you no chance to object.
"I object," a man with pink hair and tattoos declared, his voice cutting through the ceremony like a blade. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on you.
Your heart stopped. You knew him from High school. A year ago, he'd vanished without a word after I gave him I gave him my final answer. And now? Here he was, standing in front of you.
"How are you here?" The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gasps rippled through the room. Satoru tensed beside you, his grip tightening on your arm.
"I know I wasn't invited," the man said, extending his hand toward you. "But I came here to take you with me."
The room fell silent. Then, everything vanished—guests, decorations, even the hum of whispered disbelief. It was just the three of you now, suspended in an eerie, dreamlike void.
Satoru pulled you closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Don't you dare go with him." Your mind whirled. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. And yet, the pull of the pink-haired man was undeniable. "What if this is my chance?" The thought was reckless, but it took hold.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, grasping his hand.
Satoru's eyes burned with rage as you pushed him aside, running with the man down the aisle. The world blurred around you.
Cold air lashed against your skin, and chills clawed at your spine. You glanced back once—just once—to see Satoru standing there, his expression a promise of vengeance.
Guilt settled in your chest like a stone. "I've brought shame to my mother," you thought, the words a mantra of regret.
But it was too late. You kept running.
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