Our Love's Last Stop

I think Micah Walker is the love of my life.

I fight hard within my family to secure a grand wedding with him.

My parents plan to launch a multi-million-dollar jewelry line called "True Love" on our wedding day.

But seven days before the wedding, Micah tells me he has to marry his first love first to honor her late mother's last wish—then marry me afterward.

He says impatiently, "For Ariana's filial duty, everything else can be sacrificed. If you can't let go of that money, then go marry someone else right now!"

Turns out, in his world, I and everything I have built were always expendable—just some obstacles standing between him and his precious first love.

I turn away and call my brother. "Kyle, keep the wedding as planned. Just find me a new groom."

On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses, I waited downstairs at Micah Walker's company for what felt like forever before he finally strolled out at a lazy pace.

As soon as he got into the car, he tossed a necklace at me. "Ariana asked me to give you this. You embarrassed her at the funeral yesterday. You should apologize when you get the chance."

I glanced at the necklace. It was a complimentary gift that came with a luxury purchase. I had seen it sitting in his online shopping cart just days ago.

"I don't want it," I said calmly.

Micah frowned. "What's your problem now? You caused a scene at the funeral, claiming I wasn't her fiance.

"You humiliated her in front of everyone, and she didn't even make a fuss. She even thought of getting you a gift, and this is how you act?"

The man who once defended me so fiercely was gone. Now, he cared only about someone else. Frustrated, Micah rolled down the window to let in some air.

After a long silence and seeing that I wasn't trying to smooth things over like I used to, he muttered, "Forget it. I'm going with you to try on the wedding dresses today. I won't argue with you."

It was the first time he had backed down this entire year.

When we arrived at the bridal boutique, a sales associate greeted us with a smile. "Mr. Walker, Ms. Preston, your custom order of twenty gowns and suits is ready for fitting."

But Micah's eyes weren't on the outfits. He was staring down at his phone, his brows drawn tight with urgency.

Noticing my gaze, he quickly put his phone away and gave me an apologetic look. "Skylar, something's happened with Ariana. I need to go to her right away. You can try the wedding dresses on your own, and pick a suit for me while you're at it. I trust your taste."

Before I could say anything, he rushed outside and flagged down a cab, leaving me standing there alone.

One of the sales associates stepped forward, hesitant. "Ms. Preston, will you be selecting the groom's