No one smiled either.
My father leaned in with all the warmth of a man signing paperwork, and Chloe turned her face for him to kiss her cheek.
It did not feel like a wedding.
It felt like a lie.
I watched my former fiancée marry my father today.Three months ago, Chloe and I had been planning OUR wedding.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, inside and out, and I felt like the luckiest man in the world when she agreed to marry me.
I thought we were so happy together.
Until she disappeared one day.
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