Inside the jacket
Three days before my wedding, I went to check on the venue decorations. What I saw made my blood run cold.
There, on an enormous poster, was my fiancé gazing lovingly at someone—but it wasn't me. It was his first love. And there he stood at the altar, sharing an intimate look with her.
Through my tears, I demanded to know why he would do this to me. He merely looked annoyed.
"I'm just letting Kira experience being a bride. Why are you being so petty? I've been with you for five years. If what we had was real, do you think you'd be the one I'm marrying?"
