e rain-streaked window. The dress I had spent a week choosing, the one I thought would ma

abric, and stepping into the shower, letting the hot water sluice away t

e silent darkness, feeling nothing at all, when my phone buzz

t fro

t. Second, an image of an elegant wedding

ollowed, sharp and cl

now. We even have a kid. We're get

my chest. Then, with a calmness that felt like i

ka

ck of the top shelf. It was heavy with eight years of memories: movie ticket stubs, amusement park passes, a bas

ed the heavy lid, and without a moment's hesitation, dumped

igh-end club, Liam stared at his ph

ry calls, for desperate pleading. He had

s friends leaned over, his ey

d, stroking his chin. "For a girl as obsesse

until someone's eyes lit

rd everything? She knows the baby is fake, the wedding is a sham, that's why she

hese years, this placid response could only mean one thing: she knew the tr

s is a golden opportunity to push things forward with her. The little girl obviously ha

over the woman you love. Once that's settled, a

, the door swung open. Ethan Wen s

I need to talk to

ing to her brot

bout to speak, when his

could help me pick out some baby stuff?

dn't hesitate. He shot up from his sea

I've got some

Let it go, Ethan. He's rushing off to see the woman he l

words. "That's not wh

finally seen the light. That she was planning t