Divorced Him, Married My Best Friend's Brother

and Elliott are truly New York's

s, slipped past the crystal champagne

king with, her posture the very definition of grace. In her silver gown, she was the perfec

l co

e. She hadn't seen her husband

nning the glittering crowd. The sea of tuxedos and

s, blocked her path. He whistled, his breath a foul mix of whiskey and arroga

ght, dismissive smile and moved past him, her steps sure and prac

that opened onto a secluded ter

uppressed laugh reached he

of her dress whispering against the marble floor. She appro

her. His tall frame almost completely eclipsed th

o K

ording to Elliott, a college fl

a line over the fabric of Elliott's tuxedo, right over his heart

years. "Dolls belong on a shelf for display. You," he murmured, his voice th

She felt like a joke nailed to the w

mind. She watched as Elliott tenderly brushed a strand of g

lowered

isse

ve Chloe. It was a deep, searing kiss, full of a

r, the clinking of glasses-all of it was gone. The only sound was the

gne flute tilted, and the cold liquid spi

-they all converged into a single, sharp blade, slic

orm in. She d

wrapped his arm around Clio's waist, the two of them whispering an

took a step back. Her mov

the main hall. The polite, distant smile returned to he

ll of love, had frozen over. There was

an excuse about feeling unwel

ack to the Santana estate, she said nothing. She just sta

in the rearview mirror, as

laying the wallpaper: a photo from her wedding day.

it for a long,

ve swipe of her thu

a name. She didn't call. She just looked at it, as

had traveled for three years. Tonight, it felt imposs

ar thought echoed in

rriage