Arthur carefully stored away the photograph, his eyes red-rimmed.
'Claire, appearing together in a wedding photo—consider this as my having married you.'
The photo shoot ended after dark.
Claire had just exited the bridal studio when someone suddenly charged at her.
It was Julie.
After more than a month apart, the radiant, triumphant woman was gone. Dark circles hollowed her eyes. Her expression was twisted, ugly. Nothing like the goddess who'd once hidden smiles behind her hand in crowded rooms.
"Claire, why did you come back? If it weren't for you, how could Arthur have treated me like this?"
The past month had been miserable for Julie. After Arthur uncovered the disgraceful things she had done—exposing how she had spent the past three years deceiving everyone—he publicly tore off
