Wedded Lies: The Perfect Trap

aint, cloying scent of her perfume mixed with something el

voice like honey. She wrapped her arms around

uch. Her skin felt l

murmured, her lips t

to not recoil in disgust. "Lo

mall, elegant box. "I got you som

ek Philippe watch. It was a beautiful, ridiculously exp

ackle. I wanted to smash it against the wall. Instead, I for

id, beaming. She took the watch and fastened

cessful architect fiancé. She was beautiful, charming, and everyone said I was the luckiest man in the

t, and her expression tightened. The warmth in her e

I have to go." She was already pulling on a coat, her

," I said, m

, her hand on the knob

I was thinking... maybe we s

and predatory, crossed her face before she ma

y of my mom's death," I said, the words

t's just been so hectic with the planning." She came back and took my hands. Her grip was tight, controlling. "But

h, reasonable, and

I pushed, desperate to see a crac

e talked about this. Your mother wouldn't want you

, as if my grief was a

gh bubbling in my chest. "She's dead because Ryan

't just Ryan's fault. Your mother had a weak heart.

I wept, who had told me my mother was a hero, was now blami

ripping with a sarcasm she didn

to be stressed before the wedding, Liam. But everything will b

iss and then turned, walking out t

leaving me alone in the

atch on my wrist. A bribe.

the door of her "office." It was locked, of cou

a fool. For three

y birthday.

anniversary.

date we met.

in my chest. I wasn'

over the keypad. There was only one other date it

Ryan Hayes'

open with a soft,

ward, revealing t