His Bride Is Not Me

The day before our wedding, I received my husband's wedding photos―with another woman.

I looked at the two of them in the picture and calmly asked Silas for a divorce.

His little assistant called me, sobbing, begging me not to be angry.

"Rowan, it's all my fault. I sent them to the wrong address. Please don't fight with Silas because of me."

Through the phone, I heard Silas comforting her in a gentle voice. "It's fine. She won't get mad. She can't live without me."

I hung up the phone, left