LOGINWINTER Two Months Later I'm standing in front of a full-length mirror in a luxury hotel suite, staring at my reflection. And honestly? I barely recognize myself. The woman looking back at me is wearing the most beautiful wedding dress I've ever seen. It's elegant and timeless, off-the-shoulder with delicate lace sleeves that hug my arms perfectly. The bodice is fitted, with intricate beading that catches the light every time I move. The skirt flows out in soft layers of silk and tulle, not too poufy, not too plain. Just right. My hair is swept up in an elegant updo with a few loose curls framing my face. My makeup is flawless, natural but polished. And the veil. God, the veil is stunning. It's cathedral-length, flowing behind me like something out of a fairy tale. I look like a bride. A real bride. Not the fake version Mike tried to create. Not the fantasy version I used to imagine when I was with him and thought that was love. This is real. I'm getting married tod
WINTER I finally manage to stop a cab and practically throw myself into the backseat. "Where to?" the driver asks. I give him Nath's family house address, even though I'm not entirely sure he's there. I call his number again. It rings. And rings. And rings. No answer. I try again. Still no answer. Come on, Nath. Please pick up. I keep calling. Over and over. Like some kind of desperate telemarketer who won't take no for an answer. Finally, on what must be my tenth attempt, he answers. "Hello?" His voice is quiet and flat. "Where are you?" I ask immediately. "Are you at your dad's place?" "Yes." That one word tells me everything. He sounds defeated. Broken. "You sound very sad," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Is everything okay?" There's a pause. "Can you come to me?" he asks. "If you can't come, you can tell me where you are and let me come to you." My heart breaks a little at how vulnerable he sounds. "What happened?" I ask again. "Is everything okay?" "
WINTER The cab pulls up to our house about twenty minutes later. I pay the driver and we get out. It's getting dark now. The streetlights are just starting to come on. I'm exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. This has been the longest day of my entire life. All I want to do is go inside, hug my mom, take a shower, and collapse into bed. We start walking toward the house. And then I hear it. "Winter!" My father's voice. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I stop walking. Treasure stops beside me. "Winter!" he calls again. I turn slowly. And there he is. Standing by the side of the house. Looking desperate. "What does he want now?" Treasure mutters. My father starts walking toward us. Not running. Walking. Like he's trying not to spook us. And then he does something I never expected. He drops to his knees in front of me. Actually gets down on his knees on the pavement. "Please," he says, his voice breaking. "You can come and send me to priso
WINTER We agree on a location. A coffee shop about twenty minutes away. I give him the address and we agree to meet in thirty minutes. That gives us just enough time to get there and figure out what we're walking into. "So we're really doing this?" I ask Treasure as we walk to Ace's car. "Of course we're doing this," Treasure says. "Aren't you curious? I mean, our so called father is a piece of garbage, but there has to be a reason he treats Olivia like she's made of gold while treating us like we're dirt on his shoe." "Fair point," I say. Ace drives us to the coffee shop. It's a quiet place, not too crowded. The kind of place where people go to have private conversations. Perfect for secret revelations about family drama, apparently. "Okay, here's the plan," Treasure says as we park. "You sit at one table and talk to this guy. Ace and I will sit at a different table nearby. If anything seems weird or dangerous, we'll step in." "You think he's dangerous?" I ask.
WINTER Mike finishes untying my legs and throws the rope away. "Come on," he says, holding my hand. "Everyone's waiting. The priest is ready. We just need to say our vows and then we can leave this city forever. Just you and me. Like it was always meant to be." Leave this city? Oh no. "Where are we going?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light. "After the wedding, I mean." "I bought us a house," Mike says proudly. "In a different state. Far away from here. Far from Nath and your family and everyone who tried to keep us apart. We'll start fresh. A new life. Just the two of us. I've thought of everything, Winter. Everything." He bought a house. He's planning to take me to a different state. "That sounds amazing," I say out loud, my smile feeling more and more forced by the second. "You've thought of everything." "I have," Mike says, squeezing my hand. "I've been planning this for so long. Since the moment you broke up with me, I knew it was a mistake. I knew you were
WINTER The cab driver who picks me up is different from the first one. This one is more chatty. "Going home?" he asks as we pull away from Nath's family estate. "Yeah," I say. "Finally." "Long day?" 'You have no idea,' I think. 'I've committed medical fraud, stolen DNA samples, confronted a cheating scumbag, and given an ultimatum that might destroy a family. "Something like that," I say out loud. He continues talking about traffic and weather and some restaurant that just opened, but I'm not really listening. I'm thinking about what I just did. I stare out the window, watching the city pass by. My phone buzzes. I check it. A text from Treasure: "How's it going? You okay?" I type back: "Long story. I'll tell you everything when I get home." She responds immediately: "Mom's been asking about you. She's worried." "Tell her I'm on my way," I reply. The cab suddenly pulls over and come to a stop but we're still a short distance away from my house. I step







