"Do you, Alicia Grace, take Nash Grey as your wedded husband, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you both shall live?" The priest's words, so clear and full of a sacred gravity, cut through the noise in my mind, snapping me out of my daze.
I looked at Nash, who was staring at me with a reassuring smile, as if everything would turn out to be fine. But how could it be fine when everything I had built with this man was a lie? His promise to me was a farce, his love a cruel joke. He was a fraud, and my heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat a silent scream of "no."
Our relationship was a shattered mirror, a thou
