Dumping the Groom: His First Love in Our Wedding Bed

Synopsis

When I pushed open the door to our bridal suite, there was a strange woman sprawled across our wedding bed. She was still in a white shirt, her long hair messy across the bright red wedding sheets, her eyes swollen and red from crying. My new husband, James Carter, was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was holding a glass of water, speaking softly as he tried to comfort her. "Stella, drink this first," James said. There were still a few friends from the wedding lingering in the room. The moment I walked in, the room went completely quiet. I stood in the doorway, still holding the high heels I'd just taken off. My gaze shifted from the woman on the bed to James's face. "Who is this?" I asked. James paused for a moment. "Stella Quinn," he said. Of course I knew who Stella Quinn was. James's first love—the girl he'd dated for four years. The only serious conversation James and I ever had about boundaries was before the wedding—and it was about her. I never imagined I'd first meet her on my wedding night. And honestly, I never imagined she'd be sprawled out on my wedding bed.