There at the altar was the love of her life, Ryan. He looked so handsome in his morning suit. His short black hair was freshly cut, his face clean shaven. His large brown eyes looked lovingly at the woman by his side.
The church was full of people. White Casablanca lilies covered the stone arches and wooden pews. Kalyste recognized several of Ryan’s family members. His parents were in the front pew, his mother silently weeping tears of joy, his father’s arms around her. Both of his brothers were standing up for him, beaming from ear to ear. The bridesmaids and the rest of the guests were strangers to her.
The bride was in white. Her satin gown, covered with pearls, clung to a perfect body. A sheer veil covered her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kalyste couldn’t tear her gaze from the woman at Ryan’s side. The pang of jealousy that tore through her belly was so intense, she had to catch her breath. Another woman was marrying her fiancée, was going to live the life she was supposed to have.
“Why did I need to? All you wanted was for him to be happy, remember? You’ve told me that a thousand times.” Jude’s voice was calm. Almost soothing. “He looks pretty happy to me.”
Kalyste glanced up at Jude. For a fleeting instant, pure joy crossed his features. But it was gone so fast, Kalyste thought maybe it was her imagination.
“I, Ryan take you, Chantal.” Ryan’s words sliced through Kalyste.
Chantal? Kalyste leaned forward and squinted at the woman behind the veil. It couldn't be. Tears ran unchecked down her face. “No.” The word came on an exhale.
“I thought you meant what you said.” Jude’s voice was suddenly harsh. He folded his arms across his chest. “I just want to make sure he’s happy. That’s what you said. I believed you.”
“You don’t understand.” Kalyste started down the aisle toward the smiling couple. Her heart slammed in her chest. “She stole my life.”
Ryan placed a thin gold band on Chantal’s finger. “No, Ryan.” Kalyste screamed, sprinting down the remaining length of the aisle. "No!" She stood between Ryan and his bride, unable to look away from the face behind the veil. That beautiful smiling face. Skin the color of café-au-lait, jet black hair sleeked back to a tumble of curls down to the nape of her long, slender neck, hazel eyes shining bright.
Kalyste recognized the look in Chantal’s eyes. She was a woman in love. The woman replacing her. Kalyste placed a hand to Ryan’s face, but could feel nothing. “Please don’t do this, Ryan.”
The preacher pronounced them husband and wife. Pain ripped her apart when Ryan's hands and body passed through her to lift the veil and plant a long lingering kiss on the woman she hated. The woman who had deprived her of her life.
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