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.
his fingers dug painfully into my wrist i lowered my eyes and pried his fingers off one you're the one who threw it away i shoved open the ballroom doors a few seconds later the wedding march began again through the heavy doors i heard the mc announced that the ceremony would continue grayson didn't come
me once again he chose leah behind me the guests erupted into cheers urging the bride and groom to kiss grayson returned to our upper east side apartment reeking of alcohol and tossed his into my arms iron this i need to wear it to our wedding next week leah's lipstick stained the crisp white collar and the cuffs still smelled of champagne i reached into one of the pockets
and a key card to a private island villa slipped out and landed on the floor grayson bent down to pick it up his expression shifting slightly leah got drunk so i booked a room where i could take care of her don't start imagining things gray why did you leave already our wedding night isn't over yet grayson immediately silenced his phone she's drunk don't take it seriously a photo of us hung
on the living room wall in it grayson stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my his eyes crinkled with laughter back then we were living in a tiny brooklyn apartment and couldn't