His Wedding, My Funeral

Summary

The day we were supposed to get married, Perry Vance jilted me at the altar.

A shocked murmur rippled through the guests. One of his friends let out a low, appreciative whistle.

"Damn, Perry. Only a Vance could be that ruthless. You win the bet, man. I'll pay up."

Perry shot a lazy glance in my direction, his voice a study in casual indifference.

"If she hadn't kept threatening to kill herself, I wouldn't have even bothered with this ridiculous wedding."

I stood frozen on the stage, the pristine white of my dress concealing the river of blood already flowing down my legs.