MILLIE-ROSE’S POV
“Is it true? Is Martha really getting married to my boyfriend?”
Tears streamed down my face, soaking the scarf I’d knotted tightly around the lower half of my face like it could muffle the sound of my breaking heart.
“I’m so sorry, Millie,” Callie whispered through the phone. Her voice was soft, too soft… like she was trying not to cry too. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would make it all stop.
But it didn’t.
They really did it.
Martha… My own stepsister was marrying Silas. My fiancé. The same man I was supposed to walk down the aisle with today.
And me? I was out here… hiding in an alley behind some old bakery that smelled like stale bread and burnt sugar. No shoes. No dignity. No plan.
Cancelled. Humiliated. Betrayed.
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