The Monster Who Saved Me

st was stark. In a lavish suite at a downtown hotel, Chloe was surrounded by florists,

ck white dress. My only companion was Mrs. Henderson, who had been sent to ensure I w

ttered, not to me, but to the air. "Let's get

mb, detached from my own life, a passe

ne buzzed. It was

p to the party in a white dress to try and

g the house earlier. He thought this dress, my wedding dress, was a pathetic at

asn't a Blackwood representative. It was Liam, his face tight with anger, followed c

simple dress with contempt. "Today is about Chloe. It's her engagement party.

ining with well-practiced tears. "I know you're upset with me and Lia

rfectly rehearsed drama, and

you're talking about,

back. "It's pretty obvio

pure annoyance. "What are you two doing here? You're going to make me late." She looked at me. "Sara

ually, as if discu

Chloe was instantaneous. They both

dding?" He looked from me to my adoptive mother, his mind clea

one left with nothing. The idea that I could be moving on to something-anything

voice losing its tearful quality

ilored black suit stepped inside. She was flanked by two large men who radiated quiet, profess

. "I am Mrs. Jenkins, Mr. Blackwood's housekeeper

" hung in the air,

situation crashed down on him. Sarah Miller, the girl he had discarded, was marry

th snapped shut, and her eyes widened in disbelief

n shifted slightly, a silent warning. "Sarah, you can't. You can't marry him." He grabbed

was for him. He was realizing, far too late, the magnitude