My Fiancée Faked Loving My Daughter for Two Years — I Found Out the Truth Three Minutes Before the Ceremony
Hannah sat beside a washing machine, her knees pulled tight to her chest, her flower basket on the floor, several crushed petals clinging to her light-blue skirt.
I knelt on the tile.
“Why are you sitting in here, and who told you to stay?” I asked, taking her hand.
She twisted the satin ribbon at her waist until her fingers turned pale.
“Pamela said I had to stay hidden until the ceremony ended,” she said softly.
And every sound inside that building seemed to disappear.
Chapter 4 — What She Told Me Behind the Door
“Why would Pamela tell you something like that?” I asked, keeping my voice level.