The Perfect Facade
The atmosphere inside the Nova-State Chapel was thick with the scent of synthetic lilies and expensive ozone.
E.g. ：At the Grand Ball, I watched my fiancé propose to my sister instead of me.
- 1、The Perfect Facade
- 2、The Mirror Image
- 3、The Groom’s Sinister Secret
- 4、The Red Light Protocol
- 5、The Final Choice
I had spent three years climbing the social ladder to stand next to Elias Thorne.
He was the architect of the "Soul-Sync" program, a technology that promised to digitize human consciousness.
My metallic gown shimmered like liquid mercury under the soft glow of the hovering chandeliers.
Everything was calculated, from the angle of my veil to the rhythmic beating of my heart.
Elias took my hand, his palm warm and steady, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the rings.
The officiant began the ancient rites, his voice echoing through the silent, vaulted ceiling.
I felt a surge of triumph, knowing that this marriage would solidify my status as the heir to the Thorne empire.
But then, the security sensors began to pulse a dull, rhythmic blue.
The massive doors at the back of the hall didn't just open; they were forced by an override code that only two people possessed.
The Mirror Image
I turned, expecting a late dignitary or perhaps a security breach.
Instead, I saw myself walking down the aisle.
The woman was disheveled, her skin pale and her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity.
She wore a tattered version of my gown, the white metal scorched as if she had crawled through a furnace.
The guests gasped, a collective wave of horror rippling through the rows of transparent pews.
"You're supposed to be dead!" I screamed, my voice cracking the refined silence of the room.
I rushed toward her, my hands trembling with a mixture of rage and sheer, unadulterated terror.
We stood face-to-face, two identical souls staring into the abyss of each other’s eyes.
She didn't flinch when I approached; she simply looked at me with a pity that made my skin crawl.
"I didn't die, Evelyn," she whispered, her voice a perfect mimicry of my own. "I was archived."
The Groom’s Sinister Secret
I turned back to Elias, expecting him to call security or shield me from this intruder.
But he didn't move.
He stood between us, his face a mask of clinical observation rather than husbandly concern.
"I can explain," he said, but his voice lacked any hint of apology.
He looked at me, then at the woman who had just entered, as if he were comparing two different models of the same vehicle.
The intruder held up her left hand, revealing a wedding ring that pulsed with a rhythmic red light.
"You married the wrong version, Elias," she said, her gaze shifting to the guests.
"He didn't want a wife; he wanted a stable iteration that wouldn't ask about the basement levels."
I felt the world tilt on its axis as the realization hit me like a physical blow.
I wasn't the first Evelyn, and I wasn't the last; I was simply the one who had survived the synchronization process long enough to make it to the altar.
The Red Light Protocol
The woman reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers cold and trembling.
