On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Serene’s wedding takes a shocking turn when two police officers arrive with news about her fiancé. But as the truth unravels, Serene discovers a gift, and a love, beyond her wildest dreams.

I remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Our wedding day.

But instead of saying “I do,” I found myself standing frozen in the middle of the wedding hall as two police officers walked straight toward me, holding a photo of my fiancé.

“Ma’am? Do you know this man?” one of them asked.

Now, let’s rewind.

I met Andrew six months ago at an art gallery my friend dragged me to.

I’d gone reluctantly, expecting to spend the evening sipping overpriced wine and nodding at abstract paintings I didn’t understand.

“Come on, Serene,” Mimi said. “Let’s just throw ourselves into a life of cultural antics. First an art gallery, next the theatre.

Please!”

“Fine,” I said, giving in. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything else for the night, anyway. But if I don’t enjoy it…”

“Then I’ll take you for some Thai food before we head home.

I promise,” Mimi said.

So, I got dressed and out we went.

And there he was.

Andrew.

Tall, with messy dark hair, flecks of paint on his hands, and the kind of smile that makes you forget your own name.

He was showing some of his work that night, a series of dreamy, surrealist landscapes that immediately caught my attention. When I wandered over to one of his paintings, he appeared beside me.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Honestly? It’s beautiful.

Breathtaking,” I said, looking at him instead of the canvas.

From that moment, we were inseparable. Andrew was unlike anyone I’d ever dated before. He didn’t care about money or status.

He didn’t even own a car.

He was happy with dates including food from vendors and long walks. And he lived in a tiny studio apartment with canvases stacked to the ceiling.

But he was kind, passionate, and wildly talented.

“Serene,” he called softly. “Don’t move, the light is perfect.”

Andrew was painting me, or trying to, but I kept wanting to move around.

I was restless, and I felt unsettled. Like something was coming, but I didn’t know what.

And I was right. Except I had no reason to feel so on edge.

Andrew proposed that evening, after us being together officially for only four months.