Chapter 2No Secondhand Vows

Liam called a little later, asking to take me out for dinner.

I pretended nothing was wrong. When I got in his car, he took one hand off the steering wheel and reached for mine. His brows furrowed when he felt my icy skin.

“Your hands are freezing,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “Are you on your period? Are your cramps bad?”

I gently pulled my hand from his grasp. “No,” I said, my voice flat.

He turned up the heat and redirected the vents on my side away from me. A few moments later, his hand was back on mine. This time, a satisfied smile touched his lips.

“There. That’s better.”

My nails dug into my palms. We had been together for nine years. For nine years, he had treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world. The slightest frown from me and he’d be fussing, trying to figure out what was wrong. He even tracked my cycle more accurately than I did.

His friends always joked that I had him completely wrapped around my finger. Liam, whose world supposedly revolved around me.

And yet, right before our wedding, he had walked into a church with another woman and made the sacred vows that were meant for us.

Who was she? And who was it that he truly wanted to marry?