I'm Done Being Your Second Choice
Language: en
"Iris is pregnant," Carter said, standing in the shadows of the rehearsal hall. His voice was barely a whisper. "The wedding goes on. After we're married, I'll spend a few days a week taking care of her. Once she's stable, everything will go back to the way it was." I clutched the ring box so hard my knuckles turned white. "And what about me? Where do I fit into your little schedule?" "You're my fiancée. Tomorrow, you'll be Mrs. Sterling." He frowned, looking at me like I was throwing a tantrum. "Isn't that title enough for you?" Iris, wearing an oversized coat and looking perfectly…