Falling for the Wrong Lie

Synopsis

I was halfway down the stairs with the wedding ring box when I saw my fiancé Charles Ford's first love crumpled at the bottom of the staircase. Nina Hayes was wearing a white dress, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Miss Shaw, I know you hate me." Then her voice started shaking. "But why did you push me?" Charles came charging out of the side door of the ballroom almost at the same time. His best man and assistant were right behind him, along with a few guests who'd heard the commotion. He saw her first—sprawled at the foot of the stairs. Then he looked up, following the staircase to where I was standing on the landing. His face went dark in an instant. "Tara." He took the steps two at a time and grabbed my wrist. "Apologize, now!"