The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

ght above our bed, was

standing nose to nose, smiling, looking deeply into each oth

Mark' s family is very traditional. We had to take some photos to appease them. It do

stared at the picture. My sile

" she said, rea

rom her touch lik

"I' m sorry," he whimpered, tears already welling in h

nd his shoulder. "No, Mark, don' t be silly. You'

t me, her ey

lips. "Of course. Why would I be ang

walked out

sing after me. "Are you jealous? After everything I' ve done for

the bedroom. Olivia gas

floor, surrounded by the shattered glass of a wate

e," he sobbed. "I

p a shard of glass. She looked up

eartless, Ethan! Have you forgotten what it feels like to

life, was a low blow. It was a deep, private wou

d been suppressing vanishe

dead. "And I didn' t eat dinner because ther

en scratching. A red rash was starting to form. A flicker of guilt

hurts so mu

feet. "I' m taking y

, leaving me alone with the shattered glass and the bleed