Revenge Wedding: I Choose The Reaper

On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.

She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."

Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.

He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.

But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."

I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.

And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.

Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.

He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.

He is wrong.

I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.

And I changed the groom.

As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.

The Reaper.