Fiancé's Betrayal: My Fatal Wedding Gift

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suitcase. This, along with the star certificate and a few other carefully chosen mementos of his

of nausea washed over me, so potent I had to grip th

in, this time

t. The official engageme

over the screen, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. He was calling me to his own

nder the bed. I would deal with that

. I moved through the crowd like a ghost, my simple navy dress a stark contrast to the couture gowns and flash

en I s

She was the center of gravity in the room, pulling everyone into her orbit with her practiced laughter and spa

e small of her back, a gesture of casual intimacy that was a thousand times more genuine than any touch he had ever given me. He

w obsession in his eyes. The

er voice dripping with pity. "Harden was so crazy about Krista back in the da

her head. "She' s a sweet girl, but she' s just keeping the seat war

each one hitting a fresh, open wound. It was true. I was t

up amicably, that she needed to find herself. A lie. He was protecting her reputation, even then. When the press had started hounding m

ready shattered, seemed to splin

umphant smile spread across her perfect lips. She excused hers

rms around me in a mock embrace. "I' m so, s

ent, enveloped me, making me feel sick.

ta," I said, my v

hurt expression, her lower lip trembling. "Hazel, I know we' ve had our

and I instinctively recoiled. M

t tou

sk of sorrow slipped back into place. She stumbled backward, delib

h was sp

loser to the waiter, and the top tier of the pyramid of glasses rained down on me. A sharp, searing p

ampagne on her expensive dress and a tin

ris

instant, his face a mask of frantic concern. He bypassed me completel

heard from him, not even when I' d been deathly ill from the bone marrow donation. He

ed, leaning into him. "I' m just worried abo

ng in the air, th

ed with a cold fury that froze me to the spot. I stood there, blood dripping fr

hell is wrong with

rely audible. My arm was throbbing, and a dizzyi

always hated her, haven' t you? You couldn' t even stan

ing on his arm. "It was an accident. I' m sure she didn' t mean

x generosity, designed to make her

ta, his expression melting into pure adoration. "This

her, pulling her close. "

ere a precious, injured doll. He didn' t give me a second glance. He didn' t see the bl

ng, broken, and utterly alone