The nightclub was loud and crowded, the bass of the music thudding through Ayla’s chest like a hammer. The colorful lights flashed across the room, making everything feel dizzy and unreal. But Ayla didn’t care. She wanted the noise. She wanted the chaos. Anything to drown out the echo of Ethan's betrayal, the image of him in her sister’s arms burned into her mind like a cruel scar.
She sat at the bar, her fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey. The liquid burned her throat, but she barely flinched. She just kept drinking, her heart pounding with anger and sadness.
Her wedding was supposed to be tomorrow. She was supposed to be happy, wearing a white dress, walking down the aisle to marry the man she thought loved her. But instead, she caught him with her stepsister. In her own
