“I do.” I heard Evan’s voice from inside the church, and a small smile formed on my lips. He sounded obviously nervous. It seemed that even on the day of our wedding, the only heir of the Hartwell Group, was still rehearsing what he wanted to say. “Ready, Miss?” the wedding coordinator whispered, giving me an encouraging nod. I nodded back, my heart was pounding so fast as the doors slowly swung open. Excitement suddenly covered my whole body. I held my bouquet tighter, smoothing down the satin of my white gown. This was it. The moment I had spent years waiting for. Just a few more steps down the aisle, and I would finally spend my lifetime with him. But as I stepped into the church, the music suddenly sounded different. My eyes landed on the altar, and the smile died on my face. Evan was standing there, looking annoyingly handsome in his tuxedo. But he wasn’t alone. He was holding another woman’s hand. A bride wearing the exact same custom designer dress as mine. I froze ha
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