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 eyes crinkled with laughter back then we were living in a tiny brooklyn apartment and couldn't even afford a ring but he had told me that having me was enough now the apartment was bigger and the rings were more expensive but the people in that photograph were never coming back will you there on time next week thinking i had finally given in he wrapped his arms around me from
i promised i'd marry you when have i ever broken a promise his embrace was still warm but his shirt still smelled of another woman's perfume. Later that night, Grayson fell into a deep sleep. I placed the freshly pressed suit into a garment bag and laid it beside the bed. Then I pulled out my suitcase and began taking my clothes from the closet, one piece at a time. Early the next
morning, I called the wedding coordinator. The wedding next week will go ahead as planned. I looked at my solitary reflection in the window. But there'll be a different groom. room. The wedding coordinator slid a groom change form across the desk. Miss Hart, the wedding is only seven days away. Are you sure there's enough time to replace the groom? There's enough time.
I had just picked up the pen when a familiar voice came from behind me. Serena. A man in a tailored suit stood in the doorway, his face exactly as I remembered it. Ethan Blackwood, my childhood friend, and the only person who had opposed my decision to marry