My fiancé left me at the altar for being poor—until his brother exposed the truth in front of everyone and turned the entire wedding upside down.

make mistakes. Cruelty is a choice.”

I remembered that.

As I walked toward the altar, the guests smiled, not knowing the wedding they had come to watch was already bleeding beneath the flowers.

Alexander waited beneath the archway, handsome and pale.

The minister opened his book.

The cameras rose.

My mother clasped her hands so tightly that her knuckles continue reading …