The moment the door slammed behind her, Skye collapsed.

“FUCK!”

Her head dropped. Her curls fell in front of her face, sticking to the tears streaking down her cheeks. Her sobs weren’t gentle. They were messy. Ugly.

“I gave everything to him,” she whispered. Then again. Louder.

“I gave everything to him. My heart. My trust. My fucking soul. And he…he let her touch him.”

Her eyes snapped open and locked on her reflection.

What stared back wasn’t a bride.

It was a shattered girl in a ruined dress, smeared in makeup and grief.

“I hate you,” she whispered. But she wasn’t talking about Xavier anymore.

She was talking to...