The Bride Woke Up At Her Own Funeral—And Exposed The Two People Who Betrayed Her

Screams. A glass shattering somewhere in the background.

I barely noticed any of it.

Because the only two faces I could see—the only two that mattered—were standing right in front of me.

Daniel.

And Claire.

Too close.

Far too close.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Daniel staggered back, his face drained of color. “Emma…?”

Claire didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t continue reading …