uite that was supposed to be my bridal sanctuary. My wedding was tomorrow, everything paid for,
he shocking truth: my fiancé, Liam, the celebrated tech genius, was locked in a deep, familiar kiss with my
dismissed my feelings, accused me of hysteria, and finally, tragically, raised his hand to me in defense of his new fa
a "ticket in," a stepping stone for his career, while his heart had always belonged to Chloe. He wore he
ldn' t be a celebration of love. It would be my stage for justice, a meticulously planned takedown. I was no longer the v