Betrayal Before the Wedding

I slept with my father in law. The wedding was three weeks away when I found the

messages. My fiancé Marcus had been seeing my sister Rebecca for eight months.

Eight months of family dinners where she smiled at me. I didn't scream. I just drove to

his father's estate. Daniel opened the door in a black shirt, silver hair perfect,

those sharp green eyes that Marcus inherited but never learned to use right. I need to tell you

something about your son, I said. He poured whiskey. Go ahead.

Marcus has been sleeping with Rebecca. For eight months. While we planned our wedding.

Daniel's jaw tightened. I raised a fool. We talked for hours. Then he leaned closer. You deserve better