“Nick, why are we here?” I ask my fiancé.
“Because it’s a surprise, dear,” he answers.
And the surprise was a real hit. The moment the ring was on my finger, my phone started exploding with photos and videos of his cheating. My rival chose the most perfect moment—our engagement in front of our parents and friends. She won.
I just ran away. I left one man to end up in the arms of another—one I had only a brief acquaintance with, but whom I couldn’t forget.
“Calm down, girl, everything will be fine,” he assured me.
“W-where… a-are you… n-taking me?”
“To a safe place.”
Vadim Stalnov always keeps his word.