God knew how much strength it had taken for Liam Martin to suppress his cravings every time Chloe Bishop drew near. He had spent years pushing her away, forcing a cold distance between them even when his heart beat for her. Even when they kissed, he had forbidden himself from surrendering to the sensation, terrified that if he crossed that line, he would be betraying Sara.
Now, Liam realized the true depth of his idiocy.
She had put on a wedding dress for him. She had been seconds away from becoming his bride, but he had heartlessly discarded her, turning her into the laughingstock of the entire city. Once, she had clung to him every single day; now, she had scrubbed every trace of him from her existence.
It was he who had hand-delivered her into the arms of another man. This was a bitt
