From behind the dense foliage, I stared at Brandon, my heart plummeting into a freezing abyss. Even as my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood, I barely felt the pain.
Seven years of love—it was all lies. His confession all those years ago was also a lie.
Brandon never loved me, and he never truly intended to marry me.
To him, I was nothing more than a cheap, easy distraction—someone he could use, mock, and discard.
I turned to leave, swallowing my sobs, when my phone suddenly rang.
The noise caught Brandon’s attention, and his gaze shifted to me. For a brief moment, I saw a trace of panic flicker in his eyes.
I turned my back to him and answered the call—it was my mother.
“Serena, Wesley has already finalized the wedding arrangements. He knows how important this is to you and has prepared several options for you to choose from, including the dresses.”
“I’ve already chosen my wedding dress, Mom,” I interrupted softly. “The rest, I’ll leave it to you and him.”
By then, Brandon had approached me. Once he confirmed I hadn’t overheard their conversation, his demeanor shifted back to arrogance.