I Married The Wrong Groom And Fell For Him - AI interactive story

The red carpet stretched before me, a crimson path to a future I dreaded. My wedding day, yet a bitter taste filled my mouth. The white gown, the veil obscuring my face—all a cruel mockery.
"What does it feel to marry a man for money?" my stepmom's words echoed, a poisoned whisper. I was doing this for my mother’s company, collateral for my stepbrother’s ruinous gambling.
My father, oblivious, had driven me here, urging me to do the "right thing." Right? This felt profoundly wrong. I looked up, scanning the end of the aisle for Mr. Jones’s representative. He was supposed to be old, but the man waiting was undeniably handsome, with curly brown hair and striking blue eyes. He smiled, a genuine, almost idiotic grin. Too good an actor, I thought, for a mere stand-in.
As I reached him, he took my hand, intertwining our fingers. My brow creased. This pretense was taken to another level. He kissed the back of my hand, a gesture that made my lips part in shock. Who gave him the right?
The ceremony began, a blur of words, until the exchange of vows. His face showed confusion as I spoke mine. When it was time for the veil, he hesitated, then finally lifted it. His eyes, previously confused, turned to shock, then anger.
"You're not Anne! Who are you?!" he bellowed.
