ife. My wedding to Liam Vance, the tech mogul,
massive diamond ring mirroring mine, resting on his custom wedding suit sleeve. The message
ate lies, claiming to comfort her in her final days, while he was secretly planning a wedding with her, using our venue, on our day. Ever
A smudge of Chloe's garish pink lipstick on his suit sleeve, brought into my
ing in the background of his call, a new, dangerous resolve hardened within me. He wanted a wedding that day? Fine. He was going