Fake Marriage, Real Baby

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d for revenge?

ime, my hands shaky as I did. I was going to see Ryder Steele, my husband-to-be, at the alter in a few

runted, “You can’t live with that co

d heavily, put on my best fake smile and turned to look at Chelsea Miller. She

would always give me that ‘I know your deepest darkest secret

the kind of person he really is and only I can do that,” I said und

oked back into the mirror, the woman staring back at me seemed like a stranger. My face was painted with layers of

to enter a life long commitment with the man who ruined my fami

illegal real estate investing and market manipulation. He made him lose everything which ultimately

she paused, “And as your best friend, I support y

smile on those beautiful lips of hers. I managed a weak smile,

a huffed dramatically,

dn’t have a prescription—her vision was perfect. But

lsea was gorgeous, with her dark brown hair curling effortlessly around her shoulders. Her eyes matched the colo

dress that stopped mid thigh

he door, then came a feminine voice, “The c

alked across the room, my dres

he door, “Even though I can’t be the bridesmaid at y

smile before stepping out of the room a

went dry at the thought that Chelsea and I had vowed to be each other’s bridesmaids since

y bridesmaid. How controlling could a man be to actu

at least into his life fully. I didn’t want him to see me as a threat. But

y family three years ago, I started looking into every aspect of his life, anything th

e kept his illegal dealings private, only people who

e into his home. He was making a terrible mistake. He doesn’t know I

't notice the person approaching in the dimly lit hallway unt

d as Ashley, Ryder’s cousin. She was somewhat short, her long black hair flowing over he

r plan was to steal the spotlight from the bride. The problem wasn’t just her outfit though,

ons of it, including fake lashes so long t

as I tried to pick up her belongings

myself. You need to get to the aisle. You

, my eyes caught sight of a shiny earring or was it a ring? I wasn’t quite sure so I

ption hall. Hundreds of eyes turned to me as I walked towards my mother who was waiting to

f the beautiful wedding venue. The room was adorned with flower decorat

oft music filled the air, adding to the overall ambiance of the event. It was a perfect settin

eous. Not just hot, but please-God-don’t-let-

shoulders and a trim waist. His hair was brown with dark-blond highli

er let go of my hand and placed it in Ryder’s. The touch sent a shiver down my spine and for a mom

mach. This was it, this

I struggled to steady my racing thoughts. As the vows were ex

pen the ring box, I watched as the lid slowly lift

d in that moment, my mind raced to my encounter with Ashley earlier. I definitely saw a