Chloe's Web, Liam's Freedom

Today was supposed to be my fourth wedding to Chloe, my fiancée since we were sixteen.

I stood at the altar, surrounded by friends and family, the grand church filled with white roses.

But instead of Chloe, her maid of honor rushed down the aisle, clutching her phone, her face etched with panic.

Then, my phone vibrated.

A text from Chloe: "I' m so sorry, Liam. I can' t. Mark needs me. He' s at the hospital. He said he was in a car accident."

Not again. Another one of Mark' s car accident lies, the same one he used months ago.