My Perfect Amnesia Wedding

Our Las Vegas wedding shimmering with joyous promise dissolved into a planned, perfect honeymoon, the start of our forever.

That blissful illusion exploded when a text message from Alex' s ex-girlfriend, Jessica, flashed across his phone: "Last night was incredible, Alex. Worth the wait. See you soon. J."

My world fractured; he' d slept with her the night before our wedding, then married me anyway.

Alex immediately concocted a cowardly escape, feigning selective amnesia where he conveniently forgot only me.