After He Stole My Future, I Rebuilt My Empire

On the day we were supposed to sign our marriage license at City Hall, Austin didn't show up.

When he finally picked up the phone, his voice was low and rushed. "Vivian is doing her first brand runway today. I can't leave her. We can do this another day."

I watched the couples hugging at the entrance of City Hall. My throat felt tight. "Austin, do you still want to marry me?"

Silence.

That silence on the other end of the line was more humiliating than any fight we had ever shared.

Ever since Vivian appeared in his life, I meant nothing to him anymore.