At first, Athena believed him completely. She trusted him with all her heart.
But as time passed, something in Emmett began to change.
The first hint of doubt crept into her mind the day she tried on her wedding dress.
In the car, Emmett refused countless phone calls before eventually powering off his phone completely.
Embarrassed, he tried to brush it off. “It’s just my assistant, Athena. She’s been pestering me about the smallest things. I’ll give her a piece of my mind when we get back!”
Ever gentle, Athena reassured him with a soft smile before heading off to try on the wedding dress.
A year ago, Emmett spared no expense in custom-making the dress abroad. When Athena slipped it on, she looked every bit the image of purity and grace. But when she stepped out of the fitting room, Emmett wasn’t there.
The room had been reserved just for them, leaving the space eerily empty. When she couldn’t reach him, Athena wandered the building, confusion building with every step, until she rounded a corner and froze.
Not far off, Emmett was holding another woman’s hand, his voice pleading, his tone submissive. The woman seemed emotional, brushing off his attempts to hold her.