My Fiancé's Secret: A Wedding Day Betrayal

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ives department in the basement firs

e unfolding around me. He had promised. He, Blake Howard, the rising star of the New York legal worl

' d believed in his integrity, his character. I had staked my entire future

oment, I realized I had lost

was a physical manifestation of the gaping wound he had torn open inside

oor was a distorted, pathetic caricatur

incessantly. I knew it was him. An endless stream of t

ted. The paramedics a

st a mess. I' ll be right back,

please a

noying insect I wanted to swat away. The man who w

eeded to breathe. I needed to think. I pushed down the tidal wave of h

d turned to face the stunned crowd. My mother w

lake?" she whispered, her

ne. My hands were perfectly steady as I adjusted it. The roo

fying through the grand, sun-drenched hall. "It appears there will be no wedding toda

this time. A flurry of whi

h social standing and appearances, pushed her way thr

g my arm. "Have you lost your mind? You can' t just cancel

g alone. It was for the Howard family name. For th

noticed the slight tremor in my hand, the way my carefully applied waterpr

a fight?" she asked gently, her voice f

A lump formed in my throat, thick and painful. I wanted to collapse into her arms, to sob like a

or snapped. "Blake adores her. This is ju

e. Everyone' s golden boy. The reliable, steadfast Blake Howard who would never do

er, my eyes as cold and hard

, my voice devoid of e