One week before her wedding, Amanda comes home early, only to find her fiancé kneeling before her mother, sobbing.
What she overhears shatters everything.
Lies, betrayal, and a secret that could have ruined her life.
Now, she must decide: forgive the man she loves or destroy the con artist who almost turned her life upside
Have you ever had one of those moments where the ground drops out from under you? Where everything you thought was solid, everything you trusted… just disappears?
Yeah, that was me. One week before my wedding.
That morning, my life still made sense.
I woke up next to Patrick, kissed him on the cheek, and started my usual whirlwind of wedding planning before rushing off to work.
I had to sort out the flowers, finally deciding between roses and tulips, and whether we wanted to add the extra tier on the cake.
“But you know how much I love peanut butter frosting, babe!” Patrick had whined. “I need the vanilla cake with the peanut butter frosting!”
He whined enough that I was actually thinking about adding that tier so that he would let it go. I just wanted my good old chocolate cake.
Patrick had always been the charming, dependable one.
The guy who held my hand through my father’s passing. The guy who made me grilled cheese sandwiches at 2 in the morning when my neck was stiff and I was drowning in work.
He was the man that I had spent the last three years building a life with.
So when I got a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea that afternoon (wedding nerves, probably), the last thing I expected was to come home early and walk straight into the beginning of my world ending.
The house was quiet when I entered through the side door. It wasn’t unusual because Patrick often worked from home, holed up in the study with his headphones.
But then I heard it.
A distinct sobbing.
I froze.
My heart thudded in my ears.
Then, my mother’s voice. Cold. Controlled.
“Okay, I won’t,” she said.
“But only under one condition.”
A choked sound followed. A voice thick with tears.
Patrick’s voice.
“Please, Diane,” he said. “Don’t do this to me… Please…”
What the hell?
I thought.
My stomach twisted uncomfortably. I was used to my mother being around, especially when I was at work. And more so now that we were in the thick of wedding planning.
But it was hearing my fiancé’s voice, so… broken, that threw me for a loop.
I crept forward, each step slow and silent. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I peered around the corner. I needed to stay hidden for a moment, I wanted to see what was going on before I walked into it.
And then the shock hit me.
Patrick was on his knees.
Begging.
Actually begging!
Tears streamed down his face, his hands clasped together like he was praying.
No, seriously, what the hell? I thought again.
And there was my mother, looming before him, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.
Something about the scene made me feel sick, and my skin turned ice cold.
“Do what?” I demanded.
Both of them snapped their heads toward me. It would have actually been amusing if I didn’t feel like my entire life was about to change.
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