In the photo, the man wore a black suit, his features striking and his expression cold.
She wore a pure white dress, without a trace of makeup, looking sweet and demure beside him.
She had never thought there was anything wrong with the photo before.
Now, the more she looked at it, the more obvious it became.
They didn't belong together.
She cut the photo in half. Since it had been photoshopped, separating it was easy.
Then she threw her half—the one where her eyes were filled with love for Ethan—into the trash.
She put his half back into the frame and returned it to its original place.
Half an hour later, she left with her suitcase and drove straight to a hotel.
She lowered the car window halfway.
The cold night air rushed in, whipping her long hair into a tangled mess.
She was
