I should have known something was wrong when Alex refused to show me pictures of his fiancée. “It’s a surprise,” he’d said with a grin.
The surprise nearly destroyed me.
There she stood at the altar—Lena, the woman I’d grieved for five years. The woman who’d left me with nothing but a note and our infant daughter. The woman whose family told me had died in a car crash.
When our eyes met, the color drained from her face. She bolted from the ceremony, her white dress trailing behind her.
The confrontation that followed was worse than I imagined. “I had to disappear,” she whispered, trembling. “My father arranged everything.”
My best friend was devastated. The wedding was canceled. And me? I walked away with Emma’s hand in mine, realizing I’d been mourning a ghost—one who never deserved my tears.
