Drevyn's POV
There she was, standing at the altar with him by her side.
She was dressed in a white flowery gown which accentuated her figure. Her face was masked with light make-up with a bouquet of flowers held in her hands.
Her expression was unreadable- I couldn’t tell whether she was happy with the wedding or not. She just stood beside Steve, who was shining his teeth like he had won a trophy.
That was supposed to be her and I standing at the altar, exchanging vows.
Ten years.
Ten good years- I had watched her from afar, unable to touch or hold her in my arms. I had hoped during those ten years that she would be mine again- that she would find her way back to my arms, but I guess I was wrong.
The woman I once knew- I once loved, had been exchanged with another perso
