e. It was a physical manifestation of the blow to my heart, a c

s hand. L

coiling in my gut. I touched the tender skin on my face, and

n. It all crumbled to dust in the face of the truth I' d seen on that tablet screen. The man I l

he wanted

rwhelming grief, the suffocating heartbreak, began t

so

ther' s plane ticket and fly away, leaving them to pick

g. They had wanted a pub

ould give

fe, was now going to be my closing statement. It was the perfect stage, with the perfect audie

there. They woul

his own daughter, time and time again. He had stood by and watched as Jessica and Chloe slowly, systematically pus

h. He deserved the public h

ng as a ladder. He thought he could have it all-the respectable wife and the secre

tone out and watch the who

essages piling up. From Liam. From my

ou? Everyon

your phone. Don

? We' re all so w

all without rea

ened a ne

ark J

enius who had seen through Liam' s polished charm from day one. He nev

flew across

help. It' s

was inst

. Where

e. Come

. The evidence was there. The videos. The audio.

assive screen behind the altar. It was supposed to play a slideshow of

ve them a differe

roken-hearted bride,

architect of th

t be the beginning of m

naive, trusting girl who let her heart be broken. I

y then, would I g

l down. And from the ashe