The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal

d, I calmly stated, "You're the one who

ace p

"and now you're telling me to take care of him... Ethan,

ally end the charade, when a scream r

ivi

ck into the room. Mark was sitting

, clinging to her arm. "Pl

f the bed, gently stroking his hair. "Shh, it's

met mine. The fear was gone,

. She had chosen him at the reunion, she had chosen him when

n the lumpy couch, but it didn't bother me. David was

things when I saw Olivia's phone on the co

he door opened. Mark stepped out, wea

d, his voice smug. "She was up

his non-existent shirt, revealing a series of dark

almly held out the pho

he grabbed my arm, his

e low. "She never did. We're married. You saw the cert

Mark's entire demeanor shifted in an instan

't mean it." He then slumped against the doorf

er hair a mess, her

, pointing a finger at me. "I knew you

m," I said, my voi

ia

y cameras in the hallway," I

weak voice. "No... it's okay, Oliv

etic display. Her heart broke for him. She rus

. "If you ever harm a single hair on his head a

they left, presumably for anot

g inside me. It was useless. My wo

o forget. When I returned home late that night, I

stumbled forward, and an arm wrapped around my nec