Wrong name at the wedding

On the day of our wedding, my fiancé Kendrick Freguson called me by the wrong name.

“I love you, Cecelia,” he said without hesitation.

I froze. Cecelia Atkinson was the name of his first love.

A murmur swept through the crowd.

Furious, I threw my bouquet and called off the wedding.

When we met again later, I was pushed up against the car door by a man and kissed so fiercely I could hardly breathe.

Kendrick was seething as he shouted, “I thought we were good. friends, and you went behind my back and stole my fiancée?”

Frederic Haywood, holding me by the waist, chuckled, “If it weren’t for Kristine, you really think you could be my friend?”