The Jilted Bride's Revenge

My New York apartment smelled of lilies and roses, and my perfect Hamptons wedding was just three days away.

Mark Olsen was everything I'd ever wanted: charming, successful, and devoted.

I was about to become Mrs. Mark Olsen, stepping into the solid, perfect future we' d planned.

Then a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Can't believe you're still going through with this sham wedding. Last weekend was proof you belong with ME. Call it off like you promised, or I will. - T."

My breath hitched.

The words swam before my eyes.