Jilted Bride, Shattered Illusion

im a wealthy man in his own right. His recent exhibition had sold out, f

smoothly. "A piece of performance art to comm

a secluded viewing room. On a velvet tray lay a pair of stunning platinum

ing onto her finger. It was a perfect

ted, admiring the way the

his hand. He wanted her to put

h like a real ceremony, a promis

screen, his face instantly clouding with worry. Julianne

stepping out of the

inty, what this was about. Cayla wa

nto the room, his fac

lianne said, her v

just turned and rus

im at a distance. He drove frantically towards the Brooklyn Bridge. She

ayla was there, standing precariously on t

, tears streaming down her face. "You promised m

he pleaded, his hands outstret

d! You're a liar!" she shriek

climbed over the railing to get to her. H

m afar. She saw him hold Cayla, mur

e wind. "I had to pretend. To get her to let her guard do

a sniffled, lo

aid. "I've neve

ash over her. It was all a lie. The rings, th

er. It felt like a stone, dragging her down. She