My sister, Yvette Smith, texted me a photo of some guy she wanted me to meet. I barely gave it a glance before closing the message. 

I texted her back. 

[Sure. Set it up, but give me three days to sort things out here.] 

I needed three days to say my goodbyes to that whole mess. 

My engagement party was hijacked and turned into a welcome party for Sophia Green. Sticking around was like being the punchline of a cruel joke. 

I tossed the ripped-up dress in the trash and got ready to head home. 

However, of course, Sophia just could not resist twisting the knife. 

“Yoana, I’m so sorry about your engagement getting sidetracked. Simon just had to throw me a welcome party today, and I couldn’t say no. Don’t be mad, okay?” 

She strutted up to me, chin high, her smirk wide, making sure I did not miss the love bite on her neck. 

She was showing it off, waiting for me to lose it like I used to. 

Too bad for her. I was over it. 

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” I replied, not giving her the satisfaction. 

Her smug look faltered, her rehearsed taunts stuck in her throat. 

I grabbed my bag and headed straight home. 

The moment I walked through the door, my face went pale with pain. 

My body was still a wreck. 

A week ago, Simon Drake had ignored my protests and moved Sophia into our place. I threatened to leave, but it did not stop him. That was when I knew I would never mean as much to him as she did.