There's nothing in this world more horrifying and frightening than the scene before her eyes. Avery Jane's petite body shivered like a sieve, her whole body ice-cold.
Her big, watery eyes widened, as if her entire breathing had halted.
In their bedroom, there was a large bed, its white, soft sheets and quilt always made her reluctant to get up. This bed had witnessed countless, frenzied nights of passion and chaos between her and Joshua Hughes, but now it was strewn with white orange blossoms, and the most terrifying thing was the wedding photo hanging on the wall above the headboard. If it were usual, it would be a most beautiful and romantic wedding photo.
In the photo, the bride was shy and charming, her eyes gently closed, her long wedding dress wrapping around her like a fairy standing on clouds. The gentle man kissed her forehead lightly, love flowing like water through the photo.
