Everyone came up to congratulate us, wishing us love, loyalty, and many happy years together. I was standing among the guests when my bride stepped away for a few minutes to take pictures with her friends.

Suddenly, a woman I didn’t recognize approached me wearing a long green dress. I assumed she was a guest from my wife’s side, and not wanting to be rude, I accepted her congratulations. But there was something odd in her tone. She spoke as if she’d known me for years — recalling details, making hints, joking way too intimately.