On the day of my engagement, I found out my father’s mistress was none other than my best friend. Standing just a few feet away, I saw them wrapped in each other’s arms. My world collapsed.
Instinctively, I reached for my fiancé, Cole Parker, hoping to find some comfort. But the second my hand brushed against his, I felt only coldness–his hands were clenched into tight fists. Confused, I looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with rage and jealousy.
Before I could react, he stormed forward and threw a punch at my father. “Richard Hayes, you dare touch my woman? I’ll kill you!”
I stood there in my engagement dress, frozen in the middle of a busy street. It felt like I had fallen into an icy abyss. My fiancé and my father were brawling on my engagement day–because of my best friend.
I couldn’t imagine anything more absurd or humiliating.
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