Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love

It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society.

Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama.

Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse.

He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home.

He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop.

He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones.

And finally, he drugged, violated, and filmed me, before leaking the humiliating video online for the world to see.

How could the man I secretly saved, twice over, believe such monstrous lies and become my tormentor? How could he drive me to the brink of utter despair and into the embrace of the cold, indifferent ocean?

Yet, as the waves closed over me, a forgotten childhood promise and the unwavering dedication of my oldest friend pulled me back. I was ready to witness the devastating truth Ethan would soon uncover and the reckoning that awaited his betrayer.