A woman arrives at her best friend's wedding only to discover the groom is her own fiancé. As the betrayal unravels, she must confront the two people she trusted most and decide whether to walk away or fight for the truth.
Leah grabbed a fistful of her skirt, trying to hide her hand in the layers of white Grayson stepped forward, blocking my view. It's just a ring. I'll buy you a more expensive one next week. Golden confetti drifted down from above, settling on his shoulders.
Just a ring. He knew how many sleepless nights I had spent in my Manhattan studio perfecting that design. Yet now, the ring, the wedding, and the seven years we had shared were all things he believed he could simply buy replacements for. Serena, stop being difficult. Let us finish the ceremony first. I promise I'll make it up to you next week. Our wedding will be even Grayson, do you honestly think I care how extravagant the wedding is?
His lips tightened, but he didn't answer. Of course he didn't know. Over the years, whenever he forgot an anniversary, I made excuses for him. When he left me alone in the emergency room because Leah said she was scared and needed I didn't blame him then either. I had forgiven him over and over,
not because those betrayals didn't hurt. I forgave him because I loved him. I turned to leave. I'll be there on time next week. Don't throw away seven years together over something this small. his fingers dug painfully into my wrist i lowered my eyes and pried his fingers off one