In one month, I'd be marrying Callum Johnson.
I was all smiles as I picked up my phone and filmed a video.
"I'm so excited. In one month, I get to spend forever with the man I love. I know our future is going to be amazing. I want two kids, one who takes after him and one who takes after me."
I posted it and two DMs came in not long after I posted it.
Unknown ID: Summer, I'm you from ten years in the future. You're not happy.
Unknown ID: You never had those two kids. You hemorrhaged during delivery, and your body never recovered...
The sender's username was gibberish, and the profile picture was the default stock avatar. Even so, a cold knot of panic settled in my chest.
I typed back.
Summer: What about Callum? Where was he while I was bleeding out?
She replied.
Unknown ID: He was off traveling with the woman he actually loves. The marriage license he got you is fake. He's in love with someone else. He never loved you.
Before I could ask anything more, she sent another message.
Unknown ID: Leave Callum if you can. You'll have a better life without him. Don't get married. The ending turns out the same either way.
