My Fiancé's Secret: A Wedding Day Betrayal

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d family's side of the aisle. Blake' s father, a man with a pre-existing heart con

e called for the second time in less than thirty minutes, the guests, smelling scandal and drama, began to

om while my mother handled the logistics of cancelling the most expensive party I would never have. A

rs, I made an appointment. An appointment for the following morning. The earliest o

creen. Her face crumpled. "Oh, Evie. No. Don' t do this.

thing was, it was true. The raw, screaming grief had

been together for seven years!" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. She didn' t understand. She coul

s mother," I said, my voice bitter. "Blake made his choice today. In front of two hundred people. Th

't recognize. But I knew who it was. I ha

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as if he' d been mildly inconvenienced. "Is everything okay there? I heard about

even-year relationshi

an hour. An hour where I had been publicly humiliated, where his father had a medi

mouth. I hadn't realized I' d

ke?" I asked, my voi

ou, Cali has a heart condition. She was disor

sh on my tongue. "You, specifically, had to drive her

already wearing thin. "It was a medical emergen

rag her

rp, so brutal, it felt physical. He was protecti

aid, my voice cracking on his name. "I to

t dropped the phone. The tears I had been

riend request on a social media app I rarely used. From Cali Beard. I

sting on the sleeve of a man' s suit. Blake' s suit. I recognized the custom cufflinks I had gi

photo was deleted. A

nt for my best friend! My hand mus

stone. It was a d

posted just an hour ago, was a picture of her looking pale and fragile, tucked into a plush sofa with a cup of tea. The

nt. The one we shared. The one d

her friends: Is that the famous ging

hout burning it. I was the one who made him ginger-lemon tea when he wa

s already over. I had lost bef