The Groom Who Was Mine

My best friend, Chloe, was getting married.

I stood there, a bridesmaid, ready to celebrate her big day, even as a quiet ache for the man I'd lost years ago lingered.

Then I saw him – the groom.

It was Michael, the man who vanished three years ago, the love of my life, now standing at the altar, waiting for *her*.

The betrayal ripped through me, but their cruelty cut deeper.

Chloe had known where he was all along, hiding him while I spent three agonizing years searching, tearing myself apart.