Marrying My Rival, Finding Forever

My phone rang for the tenth time. It was Olivia. The woman I was supposed to marry in thirty minutes.

"Liam needs me," she said, distant and thin. "He fell during a stunt on set. The doctor said it' s serious."

This wasn' t new. It was always Liam. Two months ago, she left our engagement party for him. Last month, she skipped our final wedding planner meeting for him. Each time, I forgave her, telling myself her heart was too kind.

"So that' s it?" My voice was dangerously calm. "You' re choosing him over me. On our wedding day."