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.
my childhood friend, and the only person who had opposed my decision to marry Before leaving the country five years ago, he had asked if I would marry him. I had turned him down. Every year since then, an unsigned postcard had arrived on my Now, he glanced at the form on the desk, walked over, and wrote his name in the groom's field.
My hand stilled around the pen. I'm not joking. Ethan stopped at the desk. I asked you once eight years ago. Now it's your turn to ask me.
The ink on the form was still wet. I took out my phone and called Grayson. It rang once before he declined the call. A message appeared on my screen a second later.
He used to stay up late with me choosing venues, obsessing over details as small as the color of the centerpieces. Now, when it came to our wedding, all he had to say was, handle it however you want.
Will you marry me next week? He didn't answer right away. First, we're going to see your parents. I'm willing to marry you, but I won't let you use me to get revenge on Grayson.
Half an hour later, I showed the wedding video for my parents. On the screen, Grayson slipped my wedding ring onto Leah's finger, then lowered his head and kissed her. My father slammed his palm against the table.
I'm gonna find him! Dad! I stopped him and placed my phone face down. Our seven years together are over.
The wedding will go ahead and you'll attend as planned. For now, please keep everything else a secret. My mother clutched my hand. Her tears fell onto the invitations we had spent days choosing.