The Bride I Refused To Be

Seven days before our wedding, I caught my fiancé kissing my cousin in the walk-in floral cooler.

Simon had his arm hooked around Heidi’s waist, pulling her against the wire storage racks. "Just hold out a few more days," he murmured against her skin. "Once I get my hands on Willa’s shop and client database, she’s useless to me."

Heidi looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "And the wedding?"

"A bride is just a name on an invitation. We swap it out."

I pushed the heavy insulated door all the way open, letting the cold air spill into the hallway, and dropped a spare invitation onto the…