The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

h the quiet of the apartment. It was the

d her. As I stood in the hallway, she rushed past me, her eye

it hard against the sharp metal corner of the console table. Pain shot

nswered it. Her voice, usually so composed an

Calm down, I' m here. T

lmness wasn' t her nature. It was what she reserved for me, for the person she di

of concern. "It' s a compan

sappeared into the bedroom, emerging moments later in jeans

limped into the living room and grabbed

s we' d bought on our first anniversary, his and hers. I

mall velvet box. Inside was the ring I' d spent months designin

hite cord I' d painstakingly woven into a traditional Celtic k

ft from a friend-with the Chinese characters for "double ha

hey went into

rang. It

eattle is going to be great for you

felt like it was

David. T

day? You and Olivia

ath. "The weddin

he must have forgotten something. She stopped in the doorway

confusion on her face. "Wedding' s o

the empty space on the wall where the scroll had been. A strange, unre