I Planned My Husband’s Second Wedding
Language: en
My husband slept with my best friend. The very next day, they gathered whatever courage they had left to apologize, begging for my forgiveness. "Babe, I’m so sorry. I drank too much last night," Liam stammered, his eyes red. "Grace, you weren't feeling well and left early... I had too much to drink, too. I'm so, so sorry," Donna's voice trembled. I watched them—riddled with guilt, unable to look me in the eye. Swallowing the cold, sharp pain blooming in my chest, I forced a small, fragile smile. "It’s okay. I forgive you." They snapped their heads up, staring at me in sheer disbelief.…