His Betrayal, Her Freedom

fabric was louder t

polite murmurs of our guests, a sharp,

aved for over a year to buy, was torn open from the bodice to the knee. D

led out in a mess of limbs. She looked up a

Chloe! I am

brushing off her own perfec

rushed past me. He didn't even glance at m

okay? Did you

ms and hands as if she were a fragi

"I'm fine, Liam. I just... I tripped. My heel

his expression wasn't one of co

oe. Don't make a scene. Britt

ge of my dream dress. A playful prank. A clumsy acc

ing behind him, peering at me with a look that was more triumph than apology. Her ha

so excited for you guys, I guess I got clumsy.

he entire front of th

mind: the anniversary dinners he canceled because Brittany was having a bad day, the

had tried to believe him when he said, "She's li

r than his words. He loved

ed by a sudden, sharp clarity. I looked at Liam, who was still more concerned with

air. I let it flutter to the floor. Then, I twisted the heavy di

e guest book, placed the ring squarely in

ia

ut it carried in the

dding i

xcuses or his anger. For the first time in three years, I w

eing second place. Done with making excuses for hi

od friend, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. I had a ch