A Promise Kept, A Heart Healed

y chest as I stood outside the bathroom door of my fiancé, Liam Harrison, the m

name again, pure pleasure. His phone buzzed, the name Ashley Peterson lit up the screen. He answered, his voice instantly soft, almost pleading. "

bakery. I watched as he bought her a ridiculous cake. He' d hired her as his personal assistant, saying it was revenge. B

itch the wedding. Don' t marry her." He stiffened, but she purred, "You don't love her.

She showed up at my home, treating our staff like servants. "This is my house now." The confrontation es

g with you?" Even with witnesses, he chose to believe her. He carried her out to the hospital, leaving me behind-alone, shattered, and

, smashing the bracelet and fleeing. He followed her into the garden. I watched as he gently comforted her for losing a childhood memen

onsible for. But he desired Ashley. Her cruelty was affection, my devotion a burden. I was the safe

my dress, shattered my phone, and threw