Only she remembered what happened on her wedding day

 Only she remembered what happened on her wedding day.

 The morning after, Anya woke to sunlight splintering through the curtains of a room that wasn’t hers. Her wedding dress, once pristine and silk-white, now lay folded at the foot of the bed like an offering—dry, spotless, and untouched. The flowers in her hair had vanished. Her phone was missing. And beside her, the space where was empty and cold. The place where her husband should have been.