River Chase

The wedding day smelled of jasmine and warm sunlight. She walked down the aisle glowing, eyes bright with wonder, believing every glance, every meeting, every “coincidence” that brought them together was simply the universe weaving its magic. He stood waiting at the altar, tall and steady, his gaze softening only when it fell on her. He knew. He had known for months—their parents had spoken, promises made, paths carefully laid. Every “accidental” encounter, every shared laugh, every quiet