The Untouched Bride

Daphne’s POV

I didn’t touch the food. The plate sat in front of me, untouched and growing cold, steam long gone, the carefully arranged meal reduced to decoration just like me. Kaelen’s chair across the table was already empty, pushed back and abandoned, a quiet reminder that he had left without looking back. I stared at the plate for a few seconds, my hands resting uselessly on either side of it,