Waking as the Storm Ends

One week before the wedding, I stood outside a private room at a private club and overheard my fiancé talking with his buddies.

He said he had never liked me. The one he truly liked was his childhood sweetheart, Melissa Stone.

He said he had only pursued me to disgust my ex, and that he was planning to play my sex video at the wedding, then break off the engagement in public and have my reputation destroyed.

He thought I would obediently walk down the red carpet and wait for him to humiliate me.