The Bride Wore White, So Did My Sister

The night before my wedding, I called Julian pretending to be my eighteen-year-old self.

I was full of hope.

"Julian, how are we at twenty-seven? Are we getting married? Are we… happy?"

There was a long silence on the other end.

Then Julian's exhausted voice came through.

"Not really."

"Emma, my whole life has been thrown away on you."

"I'm begging you. If there's a next life, let me go."

I froze. For a moment, I thought I'd misheard.

When I came back to myself, I called my mother with trembling hands, crying.

"Mom, I—"