MY MOTHER-IN-LAW SLIPPED ME A NOTE ON MY WEDDING, AND I IMMEDIATELY DISAPPEARED THROUGH THE BACK DOOR FOR 15 YEARS

This sunny May morning was supposed to be a perfect day. The ancient mansion of my fiancé Sergey’s family was preparing to host a multitude of guests. Waiters deftly arranged crystal glasses, and the air filled with the aromas of fresh roses and elite champagne. Expensive portraits in massive frames seemed to observe the proceedings from the walls.

“Anastasia, have you noticed that Sergey seems a bit strange today?” whispered the mother-in-law, nervously looking around.

I frowned. Indeed, Sergey had looked tense all day. Now he was at the far end of the hall, pressing a phone to his ear, his face frozen like a mask.

“Just wedding nerves,” I tried to dismiss, adjusting my veil.

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