婚礼酒宴上的喧嚣还在耳边嗡嗡响着，可我的心却凉得像被丢进了冰窖。我看着身旁新郎伸过来、明显有些颤抖的手，再看看对方紧抿的唇，脑子里嗡的一声，什么也听不进去了。

“阿离，我们走吧。”我小声说，声音都在发颤。

男人握着我的手没松，眼神却有些躲闪。“……好。”

malformedshiftedwaythrough the crowd, my mind a mess. Just a few hours ago, I was walking down the aisle, head over heels in love with the man standing at the altar. He was handsome, charismatic, and made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. But now, as I looked at his pale face and the slight tremor in his hand, I felt like I was hallucinating.

We reached the back of the hall, where a stretch limousine was waiting. The driver opened the door, and I hesitated. “How am I supposed to get in?”

The man beside me chuckled, a dry sound. “Climb in.” He adjusted the seat for me, his movements careful and precise.

I hesitated for a moment, then climbed in. The car was luxurious, the leather seats soft and comfortable. But I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. This was supposed to be the best night of my life, but it felt like a nightmare.