He Was Blind to the Truth, But I Was Not

Owen Chase and I had been in a secret relationship for five years. But on my twenty-fourth birthday, he went and married his first love instead.

When I looked at him, silently asking why, he didn’t even flinch.

“Delilah’s in late-stage cancer,” he said calmly. “She only has a month left, and this is her only wish. I can’t let her die with regrets.”

Delilah Frost leaned against his shoulder, giving me a taunting look.

“I don’t like all that sad, drawn-out stuff,” she said. “A wedding should be celebrated. Why not do it right now?”