Ayesha stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress.
Beautiful.
Broken.
Trapped.
"No guests. No photos. No family," the staff said.
"This is a private wedding."
Her heart sank.
What kind of marriage hides in darkness?
After the ceremony, she followed Zayn to his mansion.
A huge villa.
Silent. Cold.
Suddenly—
She heard a woman crying upstairs.
"Zayn… please don't leave me…"
Ayesha froze.
Who… was that?
She slowly opened the door.
And saw—
A pale woman lying on the bed.
Wearing a wedding ring.
Identical to hers.
"She is my first wife," Zayn said calmly.
"And you… are just her replacement."