Cancelled Wedding

Cynthia Tremaine stood outside the bridal shop’s fitting room and saw her soon–to–be husband tangled up with another woman.

“Den… this dress–does, it look better on me or on your fiancée?” the woman purred from inside.

“On you, obviously. I’m going out of my mind for you–doesn’t that prove how irresistible you are?”

Pleased with his answer, the woman let out a tinkling laugh.

“I want you to remember me–on your wedding day, on every anniversary, I want you to think of this moment Think of me.”

As Cynthia listened to their hushed, private murmurs, she felt like she had been suddenly submerged in icy water. All those business trips Benedict had been taking lately–so much for being the Guthries‘ golden boy. He’d been sneaking around with someone else all along

Swallowing down the nauseating in her throat, Cynthia turned away and hurried to her car.

Seven years together. They’d built everything side by side, growing VistaSphere Group from nothing into what it was today.

Her sister had always warned her Benedict wasn’t a good man. There was even a message on her phone right now.