He had brought up marriage more than once, wanting to become a family so he could look after me.
But I turned him down every time.
He knew that until the case was solved, I couldn’t think of anything else.
So, hearing me suggest it now. It stunned him. And it made him curious.
I met his gaze squarely and said, voice firm, “Don’t ask too much for now. Just make sure news of our marriage gets out and spread far and wide. Invite influencers, reporters and anyone you can. When the time comes, you’ll understand everything.”
Dorian looked into my eyes for a long beat, searching my face.
Then he gave a solid nod. “Alright.”
After finalizing everything with Dorian, we set the wedding date just two days ahead.
In those two short days, we sent invitations far and wide to relatives, friends and even neighbors from down the street.
Following my instructions to the letter, Dorian also invited a crowd of streamers and reporters to the venue, making sure the event would be broadcast live across the internet.
As the wedding unfolded in full grandeur, the invited guests murmured among themselves, unable to contain their curiosity.
“That massive case from three years ago still hasn’t been solved. Why is Rosalie suddenly getting married?”
“Yeah, I heard her mother killed the whole family. She was devastated, dropped out of school and shut herself away. I thought the trauma had driven her off the deep end.”
“I honestly thought she’d harm herself. Getting this wedding invitation was the last thing I expected.”
“This wedding feels too sudden. Something’s off.”
I tuned it all out. The gossip, the whispers, the stares, they meant nothing to me.
My eyes stayed fixed on one thing: completing the ceremony with Dorian.
Just as we were about to exchange rings, the banquet hall was thrown into chaos; my mother, who had vanished without a trace for three long years, suddenly appeared before everyone.
She stepped into the hall wearing the dress my father had once custom-made just for her, now stained with time.
In her hand, she clutched a kitchen knife, its blade catching the light as she stared directly at me.
Three years had carved deep lines into her face.
The crescent-shaped eyes that once danced with warmth now gleamed with icy detachment.
The moment she appeared, the entire room fell into stunned silence.
Then chaos broke loose; guests scrambled in panic, rushing to corners, curling up in fear.