He Never Let Her Go, So I Pulled My Millions

Three days before the wedding, when I went in to settle the veil, the shop assistant hurried over with an odd look on her face.

"Miss Fletcher, Mr. Gilbert called and said... the wedding is being postponed for now."

"Postponed? Why?"

"Mr. Gilbert didn't say. He's keeping the hotel venue, just switching it to Miss Pruitt's promotion party."

Muriel Pruitt. The ex-girlfriend Blake Gilbert claimed to hate down to his bones, the one he'd badmouthed five thousand four hundred and seventy-five times.

I stood in front of the mirror and called Blake.

It rang three times before he picked up.