Chapter 3 - The Fake Bride Tries Desperately To Escape The Chapel
Stumbling out from the dark sacristy into the bright chapel lights came a disheveled woman in a torn white slip.
Her hair was a tangled mess, and her hands were bound tightly behind her back with heavy zip ties.
A strip of duct tape was ripped violently from her mouth as she gasped for air, coughing heavily on the dust.
It was Chloe. The real Chloe, bearing the unmistakable jagged scar on the lower quarter of her left earlobe.
Mark rushed forward, catching her in his arms before her weak knees could buckle beneath her weight.
“Chloe! Oh, my God, Chloe, you’re bleeding!” Mark cried out, gently untying the thick plastic restraints from her wrists.
Meanwhile, the woman standing at the altar realized her massive conspiracy had completely collapsed around her.
She turned on her heel, hiking up her expensive designer wedding gown, and sprinted frantically toward the side exit.
“Stop her! Don't let that lying monster get away!” a relative yelled from the front row of pews.
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Two groomsmen vaulted over the wooden railing, sprinting down the aisle to cut off the imposter’s escape route.
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