On the happiest day of his life, Lincoln watches his world shatter. His fiancée’s ex-husband crashes their wedding with a truth no one saw coming. As betrayal, heartbreak, and unanswered questions consume him, Lincoln must decide: can love survive the ultimate betrayal?
Or was it all a lie?
I have never believed in perfection.
But standing at the altar, watching Amelia walk toward me, I swore… she was the closest thing to it.
Her father guided her down the aisle, her arm linked through his. Her veil framed her delicate face, her dark eyes locked onto mine, shimmering with something between love and excitement.
And me?
I felt like my heart was about to burst.
A year.
That’s all it had been. One year since I met Amelia at work, first as my subordinate, then as the woman who turned my life upside down. She was smart, driven, and effortlessly beautiful.
The kind of person who made every dull day feel like something more.
“She finds the magic in everything,” I told my sister, Helen. “It’s a rare quality to find in someone… Everyone is just all about the doom and gloom of the world, you know?”
“I know,” Helen had said.
“But just watch out. Mom always said that people who get married too young… have issues.
Like they’re trying to overcompensate for something.”
“Mom’s old wives’ tales are ridiculous,” I said, laughing.
But Amelia had been married before. I knew that. Her ex, John, also worked at the same company.
Their divorce had been ugly but she never said much about it. And I never pressed.
Because the past didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was us.
And now?
Now, she was about to be my wife.
I wiped my palm against my suit, my hands shaking.
The moment Amelia reached me, her father gave me a firm nod before stepping back.
“You okay?” she whispered, taking my hands and squeezing lightly.
“I am,” I said, laughing softly. “I think I forgot how to breathe when I saw you.”
And then the doors slammed open.
A loud bang echoed through the hall. Gasps rippled through the guests as heads turned toward the entrance.
A man stood in the doorway, broad-shouldered, his expression unreadable.
John.
I’d only met him twice.
The first time was brief, an awkward introduction at work. The second time, he barely looked at me.
But now… Now, he looked straight into my eyes, his voice clear and sharp.
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