His Betrayal, Her Freedom

undred or so guests stood like statues, their eyes darting between me, Liam, and the sparkling ring I had left on th

break the spell. She let o

ault. Please don't do this. Don't ruin you

oulder. Her apology was for the audience, but her grip

words of comfort that I couldn't quite hear, but the intimacy of the gesture was a public spect

am said loudly enough for me to h

hat's right, Liam. Brides get worked up. Chloe, dear, don't be rash. Brittany has been

ps. I looked at the torn fabric of my dress, a perfect, deliberate rip right dow

oice, and it was sha

You tripped? Or did you just want to make sure every

in the air, shar

r, her eyes filling with real tears this

He turned on me, his

ng to say. She's a guest at our wedding. She's my bes

. "Look at her, she's devastated. Can't you just l

valid anger as an overreaction and her ma

f wounded innocence. "It's okay, Liam. Maybe Chloe is righ

tion, designed to make Liam see her as t

ked pe

could you be so cruel? How could you upset Brittany like this?' His concern was entir

an outsider in my own relationship. I had sacrificed so much for him, for us. I had turned down a promotion that required relocation. I had learned to cook the bland, simple food he p

amed and then told I was the on

or his attention, tired of competing with a ghost from his past who was very

ght anymore. I didn

nted it t