The Bride Was Not Me
Lynn Greenmy stepsister stole my groom
When I came out of surgery, he rushed back with his clothes in disarray, claiming he had gone out to buy me chocolate.
The second video was from our child's one-month celebration.
Someone, drunk, had held the baby improperly, causing a severe rash all over his body. He was rushed into surgery.
As I stood trembling in the hallway, Victor walked into another exam room and flirted softly with Anna, who was on the night shift.
The third video was from my postpartum recovery, the time he claimed he was away on a business trip.
The excuse had been laughably weak.
I owned the company. How could I not know whether there was a business trip or not?