Chapter 1

Three days before my wedding with Ethan.

My best friend, Chloe, sat crying on her couch, sobbing that she had fallen in love with someone she shouldn't have.

That night, I stayed with her and drank until we were both wasted.

Then, I called Ethan to come pick us up.

Half an hour later, I heard those familiar footsteps stop right beside me.

Ethan leaned down, gently pinching my cheek just like he used to do whenever I got drunk.

"Hazel?" he whispered.

I bit back a smile and pretended to be asleep.

I thought that once he realized I was faking, he'd let out a helpless sigh, scoop me up in his arms, and kiss me senseless as a "punishment."

Just like he had done a thousand times before.

But the next second, he turned away from me and walked over to Chloe.

"Chloe, why did you drink so much?"

Chloe sleepily grabbed his sleeve. "Ethan..."

He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned down and cooed, "I'm right here."

I lay there, frozen on the couch. Every drop of alcohol in my system evaporated instantly.

At that exact moment, I realized something.

I knew exactly who Chloe was in love with.