I Witnessed His Wedding Night Murder
Language: en
Since I was a kid, I’ve been able to share my best friend’s vision. To see exactly what he saw, through his eyes. I’d always thought it was a useless superpower. A party trick without a party. Until the night of his wedding, when he vanished. Every shred of evidence pointed to a classic runaway groom—that he'd packed up and fled with a mistress. His fiancée, Patricia, cried like her entire world had crumbled into ash. Even his own parents cursed him, calling him selfish and ungrateful. Our friends tried to console her, murmuring the usual hollow platitudes: “You deserve better. He…