Twenty-seven minutes before my wedding, I heard my stepsister moan my fiancé’s name.I froze outside the groom’s private suite.“Adrian…”My fingers tightened around the phone he had forgotten downstairs.No.Not Sabrina.Not Adrian.I pushed the door open.My entire world shattered.Sabrina was pressed against the wall, her lipstick smeared.And Adrian, my fiancé, the man I was supposed to marry in less than half an hour, had his hands around her waist.They sprang apart.“Elena.”Adrian went pale.Sabrina stared at me.Nobody spoke.I looked at Adrian’s half-buttoned shirt.Then Sabrina’s swollen lips.“How long?”“Elena, let me explain.”“How. Long?”Adrian glanced at Sabrina.That tiny look between them was enough.My stomach turned.Sabrina lowered her eyes.“Six months.”The words struck harder than a slap.Six months.I laughed, but it came out broken.“You helped me choose my wedding dress.”Sabrina swallowed.“Elena—”“You sat beside me while I tried on dresses to marry the m
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