A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 05

A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 05

I stared at my phone as it vibrated nonstop in my 

hand. 

A few feet away, two officers were forcing Julian’s 

arms behind his back and snapping handcuffs 

around his wrists. Vivian had collapsed onto the 

lawn. Her designer wedding gown was smeared 

with dirt and grass stains as she sobbed 

hysterically, insisting she knew nothing. 

In front of everyone, I answered the call. 

The screen flickered. 

The little boy from seven years in the future 

appeared again, grinning from ear to ear as he 

held up a phone. 

“Hi, ma’am! Daddy brought the present home!” 

His excited voice rang out as the camera spun 

around. 

Then I saw him. 

Julian. 

Not the Julian standing in handcuffs twenty feet 

away. 

The Julian from seven years later. 

He looked older, more polished, dressed in an 

expensive tailored suit. In his hand was a custom velvet jewelry box. 

The smile on his face was one I knew all too well. 

Tender. 

Devoted. 

The same smile he used to reserve for me. 

Lowering his gaze toward someone off–camera, 

he said warmly, “Vivian, I got the necklace back. 

Try it on and see if you like it…” 

Then his eyes drifted toward the phone screen. 

The smile vanished instantly. 

I said nothing. 

Instead, I slowly switched to the rear camera. 

The live image showed the reality unfolding in 

front of me. 

Present–day Julian was pinned between two 

police officers. 

The metallic clink of his handcuffs echoed sharply 

through the air. 

His face was ghostly pale. 

His hair was disheveled. 

His eyes were filled with pure terror. 

Then he saw the screen I was holding. 

For a brief, impossible moment, two versions of Julian stared directly at each other. 

Separated by seven years. 

Connected by the same phone screen. 

A scream erupted from the other end. 

Vivian. 

Future Vivian. 

She must have rushed over after seeing the 

screen. 

“Oh my God… what is happening?! Julian! That’s 

you! That’s our wedding day seven years ago!” 

Her voice trembled violently. 

The camera shook so hard it was obvious she was 

panicking. 

I switched back to the front–facing camera and 

looked coldly at the two horrified faces on the 

screen. 

“Julian. Vivian.” 

My voice was so steady it surprised even me. 

“I’m Hazel.” 

Both of them visibly sucked in a breath. 

Future Julian stared at me as though he’d seen a 

ghost. 

“That’s impossible,” he whispered. 

Then he shouted. 

“You died! You jumped off that building seven 

years ago! Who is this? What kind of sick joke is 

this?!”