The Woman He Wronged

The city lights glittered below, a diamond carpet as I stood on Liam's penthouse balcony, a velvet box heavy in my pocket.

Inside, the watch I'd saved for months, a five-year anniversary gift for the man who was supposed to be my future.

He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, my Liam, and tonight was about us.

Then, his voice, cold and casual through the slightly ajar sliding door: "The wedding is in two weeks."

My breath hitched.

Wedding?

A dismissive laugh followed.

"Chloe doesn't need to know."

"She's… comfortable."

"She can be my girl on the side."