The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption

She loved him first. He chose her best friend.

Sierra: I'm sure that being in love with my dead friend’s husband is a sin. It doesn't matter that I knew him first or that I fell in love with him first, way before she came along. I've always loved Noah Woods, but he hates me, so how the hell did I end up in bed with him on the death anniversary of his dead wife? I thought it was the start of something, but I was wrong. Very wrong. I should have seen it coming, but hindsight is a bitch like that.

Noah: I’ve always hated her. Everyone knows that I can't stand Sierra Meyers, so how the fuck did I end up in bed with her on the death anniversary of my beloved wife? I thought I could forget about the night I made my biggest mistake, but Sierra flips my life when she gives me unexpected news. Now I am torn between keeping my promise to the woman I swore and believed I’d love forever and the woman I swore to hate.

Sierra.

I walk down the aisle. My heart is racing. My steps slow and heavy. A bouquet of tightly clutched pink and white roses trembles in my hands as my dress swishes behind me. Everything is so beautiful and perfect, just like we had planned.

My eyes are locked ahead. My gaze fixed on his smiling face. He is so handsome, so breathtaking. His smile is so dazzling that for a moment everything fades; I forget to walk and miss a step.

The happiness on his face and the joy radiating from him almost bring me to tears. I continue my walk, each step bringing me closer and closer to him. He looks different from what I am used to. This is the first time Noah Woods isn’t looking at me with hate and disgust.

I should be happy. I should be ecstatic that I am walking toward the man I love, but I am not. My heart is breaking, and I can hear the sound of those shattered pieces as my heart disintegrates into small bits.

I feel suffocated, yet I have to smile. I have to pretend that this isn’t tearing me apart inside. I have to pretend that this isn’t killing me. I have to pretend that I am fine when I’m slowly dying on the inside because the man I love is marrying someone else.

My once bright world is filled with nothing but darkness. The world I once dreamed of is crumbling around me. All my hopes, every carefully guarded wish, now lie in shards at my feet—sharp, piercing my already wounded soul. A painful reminder of everything I’ll never have

I smile even though all I want is to cry and mourn. Mourn because I know his radiant smile isn’t aimed at me. It’s aimed at the woman he loves. She walks behind me now, glowing in white lace. Chloe.