Chapter 1
The night before my wedding, my fiancé’s
childhood sweetheart, accidentally, or maybe
not so accidentally, ran me over, leaving me
bleeding out.
My best friend, Kiki, called, but my fiancé,
Zach, hung up.
He left only one text: “Rhonda has a cold, I
can’t leave her.”
Kiki then called her boyfriend, a mega-
famous celebrity with tons of connections.
He said, “Rhonda’s sick. I need to be with
bor!!
After a night in the ER, Kiki and I looked at
each other in the hospital room and said the
same thing at the same time:
“I’m not marrying him.”
We didn’t expect both men to go completely
ballistic when they got our cancellation
notices.
A whole week later, Zach finally called.
It wasn’t a gentle conversation. He exploded.
“Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you? Both
families have set the date and venue, and your
just call it off? What are you trying to do?”
I tried to speak, but he cut me off with a
torrent of accusations.
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