eeped into my bones from the operating table,

e sheets. I was hemorrhaging, the life draining out of me

n' t be saved," a voice

b

before flashed in my mind. Liam, my husba

d, his voice dripping with venom. "If it' s so

ptive brother, with a desperate, all-consuming obsession for my entire life. That love had twisted me

and my own agony, I had spat back,

lie meant to hurt him a

ith a certainty that froze my heart, that Liam was behind

e. I saw a scalpel on a nearby tray. My hand sho

e blade into his chest as he stood over me. "If my

ut with a horrifying, gut-wrenching despair.

is voice was the last thing

octors, I don' t care what

ting at his

ng she wants, just... just don' t let her find out about her f

d from the corners of his e

What did my father

ushing weight. A tragic misunderstanding...

en, da

.

his man, Liam Hayes, to be y

deep, cut through

was gone. Instead, I saw the soft, ambient light o

bouquet of white roses. A heavy wh

at the

, handsome in his perfectly tailored tuxedo, his jaw tight.

eddin

en-year nigh

. I had be

He leaned in, his voice a low, im

oing? Say 'I do.' D

same barely-veiled annoy

r their whispers, the same whispers that ha

eless. Tying him

ened him, using her

his long-term girlfriend, Sarah, for

me. They were just echoes of a l

eyes f

en innocence. One hand rested protectively over her stomach, a gesture that sent a jolt through

. A flicker of triumph in her tear-filled eyes be

n. The past, the present, the

e end. Even when I had stabbed him. My father' s death, which I had always blamed on Liam' s cruelty and neglect, was something else ent

rriage, was built on a mountain of lies and misu

ain. I would not wal

" the priest

cold, impatient face. I looked at Sarah, at her fake, sorrowful performance. Then

my father died of a broken heart

this

oose my father.

ce was clear and steady when I spok

I do