My Fiancé's Secret: A Wedding Day Betrayal

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he termination consent form a cold, sharp-

e loosened. He looked tired and stressed, but when he saw

t. "I' ve been looking all over for you.

e papers to my chest, trying to in

why you' re here? Evelyn, this is getting ridiculous

ed, my voice dripping with a sarcasm I didn' t know I possessed. "Yes, Blake, that' s it. After you abandoned me at our wedding, my first tho

shamed. The accusation died on his lip

took a hesitant step toward me, his hand outstretched as if to tou

, his gaze fixed on the bo

ale and drawn. She stormed past me and slapped Blake a

with rage. "Your father... he almost died! Because

ou tell them? Did you run to them with some twisted version of what happened to make me look bad?" His voice lowered, laced with venom. "You couldn' t st

e. Even now, his primary concern w

d, my voice barely a whisper. The wei

top firms in New York. People trust you to have sound judgment. To uphold a certain code of ethics. Do you think ab

nerve. I had attacked not his heart,

oice shaking. "How could you? How could you hu

used to her being his staunchest defender, the one who saw no wrong i

own years of placating him, of smoothing things over, of making e

off to a car accident or some other unavoidable catastrophe, shook

w the picture Cali had sent. Her hand on his arm. In h

chy red. He opened his mouth to apologize,

sorry... is you

feigned concern. She was clutching a designer handbag to her chest, looking like a lost, fragile bird. She dire

, a tear tracing a perfect path down

ooked ready to e

in front of Cali as if to shield her.

yourself? This is the woman you are about to marry! This is

lled, Eleanor," I sai

he said, as if it were his decision to make. "Ev

?" I

told you, I' m handling the situation with C

, like a wounded kitten

fluttering beginnings of life inside me, a life whose f

lake?" I asked, my tone conversationa

e said, puffing his chest out slightly, proud of his

ution. Keep her in the same buildin

ed, the last vestiges of my seven-y

a good solution! She' s a good paralegal, she has a family to support, I

her career. But he had just deto

He had drawn it in the sand himself. Him

ired of the fight. Tired o

ight," I s

momentaril

h. "And I' ve decided I don' t want to be in a relationship t

and, turning them so he coul

rmination: Inf

tion, processed the information. The color, the anger, the arrogance-it all