I Found My Mr. Right At My Stolen Wedding

Anmerkung

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?" My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness. Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes. "She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me." Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return? The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family. Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me. But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist. "After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this." The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything. I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore. I'm ready to say goodbye to everything. I thought I was leaving love behind forever. I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.