Replacing You At The Altar

Summary

The first time Gwen Sinclair cheated, she dragged her lover into the foyer of our penthouse, her eyes rimmed with a manic sort of red.

“Do what you want with him,” she’d challenged, her voice trembling not with guilt, but with a terrifying kind of adrenaline.

Because I loved her with a desperation that bordered on the pathetic, I chose to believe it was a momentary lapse in judgment. I forgave the unforgivable.

The second time, I took matters into my own hands. I bought the man off, sent him to a different continent, and made it clear that if he ever touched American soil again, he’d find…