designed for me? It' s beauti
he text was a photo, a close-up of a woman' s hand, a massive diamond ring on her finger, resting on the sleeve
s. Liam and I had been planning this day for two years, ever since he proposed on a skyscraper rooftop, the whole city glittering below us. He was Liam
always claimed was just a friend from the past, the one who supposedly had a terminal illness. He had been spending so much time with her, telling me he was help
hat stopped the moment I walked in, the way he' d been so distant lately. He blamed it on work stress, on the pressure of his company' s new launch, and I,
een. I took a deep, shaky breath, forcing my voice to be steady wh
heart race. Now, it just made my skin crawl. "There' s a massive crisis at the company, a server meltdown. I ha
He was marrying another woman on our wedding day, in our wedding venue, and he was telling me about a server meltdown. The she
rm brewing inside me. He thought I was the same naive Ava. He was wrong. As he hung up, promising to make it up to me, a new resolve harden
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