You Won’t Wed, Others Will
Language: en
The night before my wedding, I drove forty miles to bring my fiancé’s mistress to our house. When Patrick pushed the front door open, he was greeted by the sight of the two of us sitting in the living room, sharing a quiet pot of tea. He let out a visible sigh of relief. "Rebecca, since you already know, it’s best if Brooke stays here with us." He stepped closer, adjusting his collar. "You are still my legal wife, but Brooke is fragile. Let her have tomorrow's ceremony first. Once she settles down and her emotions are stable, I will come back and marry you." I took a slow sip of my tea,…