No Place for You at My Wedding

The moment Evangeline walked in, everything shifted. Rowan—supposedly my boyfriend—and Corvin, who once claimed to care for me, both turned their eyes on her. It was like I vanished. On that yacht, the three of them laughed and touched as if I had never existed.

That was the night I finally agreed to what my parents had wanted all along. I called my mother and told her I’d marry the man they had chosen years ago.

But Evangeline wasn’t done. She paraded toward me with a cake, staged a pitiful scene, and smeared the mess on herself before crying that I’d pushed her. Rowan’s rage was immediate.