The False Saint
Language: en
I stood at the rehearsal for my beach wedding, but my heart was in my shoes. The man who was supposed to be riding beside me, my fiancé, was instead cradling his adopted sister in his arms. The two of them were laughing together on horseback, a picture-perfect couple. When I frowned, my displeasure obvious, he just arched a brow and coldly accused me of being uncharitable. He said his sister was just helping me with the rehearsal and that I should thank her. The sister, however, was even more audacious. She leaned in, kissed him provocatively on the lips, and then turned to me with a…