His Betrayal, Her Freedom

The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day.

My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock.

"It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don' t make a scene," Liam dismissed, waving away the wreckage of my dreams, while Brittany hid behind him, a smug triumph in her eyes.

A hundred betrayals flashed through my mind: canceled anniversaries, shared secrets, Liam always taking her side.