ZACH’S POV

It was a pattern that had repeated itself throughout our lives, and it had taken me a long time to accept it as a part of our dynamic.

Now, this. Malia. The woman I loved, the woman I was supposed to marry, and Gabriel had managed to manipulate her into thinking I didn’t care. My fists clenched in anger at the thought of Gabriel’s smirk as he walked her down the aisle. I couldn’t let that happen.

I needed to get to Malia before Gabriel did. But how? I pulled out my phone and stared at it, debating on what to do. Just then, there was a knock...