The Bride He Forgot to Bring to the Wedding

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, I caught my fiancé flirting with my little sister. Ninety-nine photos. Not one of me. I'd been raised to "let her have it" my whole life, but watching Julian tie a bow at Sasha's waist while I stood invisible in white, something inside me finally snapped. So I cancelled the lease, returned every key, and disappeared. Eight years later, I came home a stranger to him. He'd waited. He swore he'd keep waiting. He just never told me fate had other plans on the road home.