My Future Self Texted Me Stop The Wedding
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Only ten minutes left before the wedding, and my phone buzzed with an incredibly sickening photo. In the picture, a man was so emaciated he was nothing but skin and bones, groveling on the floor like a dog. And my bride-to-be, Vanessa Hayes, was standing over him, looking down with absolute disgust. Just as I was about to block this prank number, two more messages popped up. [Run. Leave the wedding right now. Whatever you do, do not marry Vanessa!] [The man on the floor is you in ten years!] My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly recovered. I stared at the screen and let out a cold…