Chapter 1

My fiancé missed our wedding for the third time.

Twenty minutes after City Hall locked its doors, I found him online—kneeling in the grass while another woman’s daughter called him Daddy.

The video had been posted by a mutual friend.

Seven-year-old Lily Vaughn threw her arms around Ethan’s neck, laughing as he lifted her off the ground. Beside them stood her mother, Mia.

Mia was Ethan’s first girlfriend from college.

She had separated from her husband three years ago and moved back to town with her daughter. Her divorce had only recently become final.

The caption read:

Her biological father didn’t show up today. But the man who truly loves her did.

I stared at the words until they blurred.

At 5:05 p.m., I had still been standing outside City Hall in the dress Ethan chose, holding the documents he had reminded me three times not to forget.

There was no call from him. There was no text.

Because Ethan had not forgotten our wedding.

He had simply decided Lily’s disappointment mattered more than mine.

Again.

A heavy calm settled over my chest. The bitter tears from the last two times were gone. They had burned away.

This was not the first time Ethan had left me outside these doors.

Two years ago, on the morning of our first City Hall appointment, Mia called to say a pipe had burst in her apartment. Ethan left before our number was called. I waited alone until the building closed.

Last year, on our second appointment, Mia panicked before her divorce hearing. Ethan promised he would be back in an hour. He never returned.

I forgave him both times. I told myself his soft heart was one of the reasons I loved him.

Today was the third time.

And this time, I finally understood that Ethan had never forgotten me. He had simply trusted that I would always give him another chance.

I did not cry. I did not text him to ask where he was.

Instead, I opened my contacts. I scrolled down to a name I had not called in a year.

Damian Cross.

Damian was Ethan’s old college friend. He had asked me to marry him twice. Both times, I said no because of Ethan. The second time, Damian told me he would never ask a third time unless I called him first.

The call connected on the second ring.

"Avery?" Damian’s voice was deep and steady.

My voice did not shake. "Damian. Are your offers still valid?"

There was a short pause. Then he answered.

"Always."

"Five days from now," I said, staring at the dark glass doors of City Hall. "Saturday morning at nine. Meet me there."

"I will be waiting," Damian said.

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It was dark by the time I drove home.

The house had belonged to my grandmother. She left it to me years before Ethan and I met, but during our engagement, he had slowly begun calling it our house.

Tonight, someone else appeared to have claimed it too.

When I opened the front door, I heard laughter. Two large suitcases sat in the hallway. They were filled with designer clothes I did not own.

Ethan sat on the sofa. He was holding a plate of fruit. Mia sat beside him. Her hair was tied in a loose bun. Lily was on the rug, drawing in a book.

Like they had been waiting for me to leave.

Ethan glanced up when I entered.

"There you are." He checked his watch. "You’re late. Was traffic bad?"

I looked at him.

He had left me outside City Hall for more than three hours, yet he spoke as though I had been the one who failed to come home on time.

"Mia had another problem with her landlord. She and Lily need somewhere stable for a while."

Mia rose beside him, twisting her hands together.

"I am so sorry, Avery," Mia whispered. "Ethan insisted. He said you are the kindest person in the world."

Ethan walked over to me.

He kissed my forehead.

He smelled of expensive cologne.

"Lily had a bad day," Ethan lowered his voice. "Her father stood her up. She needed a family. We can do the wedding paperwork next Saturday. You know I want to marry you."

I looked past him at Lily.

She was staring at the engagement photograph on the wall.

In it, Ethan had one arm around me. My left hand rested against his chest, the diamond ring catching the light.

Lily pointed at the picture.

"Mommy," she asked, "when you and Daddy get married, will Avery move out?"

The room went silent.

Mia covered her mouth. "Lily, hush."

But there was no real shock in her eyes.

Only badly hidden satisfaction.

I waited for Ethan to correct the child.

To tell her that Mia was not his bride.

That he was not her father.

That this was my home.

He said none of those things.

Instead, he smiled indulgently and stroked Lily’s hair.

"She is just a kid, Avery," Ethan whispered. "Do not make her sad."

I looked at the man I had loved for eight years.

Something inside me gave way so quietly that no one else heard it.

Eight years of love.

Three missed weddings.

And Ethan was still more worried about Mia’s daughter being uncomfortable than he was about erasing me from my own life.

He reached for my hand.

"We’ll do the paperwork next Saturday," he said. "Same time. Nine o’clock. No more drama."

He spoke with complete confidence.

He thought I would wait another five days.

He thought I would put on the same dress, carry the same papers, and accept whatever part of him Mia and Lily left behind.

I gently pulled my hand away.

"Saturday at nine," I said. "I’ll be there."

Ethan smiled, certain he had been forgiven.

He had not.

Five days from now, I would return to City Hall.

Ethan was right about that.

He just would not be the groom.