My blood ran cold the moment I ended the call with my fiancee, Annabelle Sterling. Meanwhile, the wedding band on my left ring finger burned against my skin. I'd been engaged to Annabelle for two years. Yet, she was so cold and reserved that I had to gauge her mood before I even reached for her hand. Acting out of line with her was unthinkable.I thought things between us would finally get better once we were married. I never expected that she was already carrying someone else's child. But whose was it?I stared at my ring, my thoughts in turmoil. Was everything it told me true?Right then, my childhood friend, Christopher Larson, tapped me on the shoulder. "Come on. Don't look so down. You're getting married tomorrow. After that, you'll have your wife all to yourself," he said.Christopher smiled warmly, though his face was pale. Ever since he'd pulled me out of that river when we were kids, he'd been left frail, and the injury to his left leg gave him a limp. Because he
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