The Price She Couldn't Pay​

Summary

My fiancée seemed to forget I didn’t become her fiancé by luck.

When she called me “polished” on our third anniversary, I knew—she’d fallen for that rugged intern.

I watched them grow close and did nothing.

I simply warned her before the engagement party: fire him, or it’s over.

She hesitated and ran off. She returned later, a handprint faint on her cheek.

“The engagement is on.”

But at the altar, in her wedding gown, she froze when she saw me.

“You’re not the man I want,” she said, trembling.