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.
the one i had given her for her birthday last year she had been there for me through hospitalization and the hardest days of building my business she knew the passcode to my home the address of my studio every detail of my wedding schedule and even every fight grayson and i had ever had i had treated her like my closest friend and she had used every secret i trusted her with
to worm her way into his life leah opened her palm my wedding ring rested in the Grayson said he still needs to give this to you next week. He told me not to lose it. She held it out, a smug smile hidden in her eyes.
I wore it all day. You don't mind, do you? The names I had personally engraved inside the band had been filed off and replaced with her initials. Even the hidden star pattern I had designed, the secret detail I had told only her about, had been completely
I took the ring. The moment a triumphant smile appeared on Leah's face, I opened my hand. The ring landed in the trash with a metallic clang. Leah, you understand my taste.
I said, meeting her frozen stare. But you don't understand me nearly as well as you think. I don't keep damaged goods after someone else has ruined them. This is for you.
A black velvet box landed on the coffee table,