The Scorned Bride's Masterpiece

de my fiancé, Ethan Lester, while the wedding planner droned on about floral arrangements. I saw her first, the inte

d over to her. He placed a comforting hand on her back, his voice a low murmur I couldn't quite

as a mask of irritation, as

t?" I asked, my voi

ce. "It was a one-time mistake, Gab

lly, like discussin

do?" I asked, the floor see

f it as a convenience. She carries the child, and you don't have to go th

my doctor. It confirmed my miscarriage two months ago wasn't my fault, wasn't some random tragedy. It was

an I had loved since I was a teenager, the ma

ice numb. "If that's

g his attention back to the planner. "G

nally die, replaced by something cold and hard. He thought I wa