My Fiancé Chose His Ex On Our Wedding Day

k's top hand models. My fiancé, Chase, had plucked me from a small t

ury" treatment at her salon that left my hands with ch

r honeymoon to St. Barts to feel better. At our rehearsal dinner, when Karis suggested I'd hurt myself for att

get nothing. But the final blow came the night before our w

... do

he dark. My love for him had been a survival strategy i

door with nothing but my passport and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. A

pte

stared at her

ath it, her skin screamed. A low, chemical bur

being suffocated by it. A ten-year career a

and close. Heavy, confident fo

, the kind of handsome that made rooms tilt on their axis. He'd been her ent

e man who had promised her a life

hands, his brow

His tone was casual, like

e agency called. They're pulling th

d thousand d

air. It was a gesture of annoyance, not sympathy.

are my wor

o the bar, pouring himself a scotch. "I spoke to Karis. She fee

ri

tomach. Karis Manning. His high school sweethear

ne treatment," Clare said, her voice

ce her. His eyes were cold. "Are you going to ruin her

chemical fire on her skin. He was defending

t me?" she

He looked at her, his expression unread

cing a fact. Like his presenc

wn at her banda

s, the security of his words f

her skin was no

s an