The Fiancée's Fatal Flaw

I had been dreading came. It wa

e not going to

ng on the pull-out couch in our small studio, sur

t just called. She

at

th. "For an elopement p

n the air, heavy

I manage

oice laced with disbelief. "It's for Saturday. T

s a calculated, cruel move designed

Tell her we're booked

father's influence to ruin us. She said she'll make sure we're blacklisted from eve

he final, gut-w

his voice barely a whisper. "She wants you to b

t just want to destroy me; she wanted a front-row se

party was a sur

kingly chosen for our wedding. The decorations, the flowers, even the string lights were

at was originally meant for me, seemed t

music's too loud." A minute later, "Is it too much

ls, my face a mask of professional

liation came duri

glided over to my booth. Caleb was right be

ur first dance," she said, her v

y senses, a scent that used to mean home.

ritten for her, detailing our history, our private jokes, our d

ave that one," I l

. Jocelyn's assistant made sure to

t a love I thought was real. I watched as Jocelyn melted into Caleb's arms, her head on his shoulder, his lips at

, the exhaustion, the relentless emotional assault had taken its toll. I mana

t guest left,