Veronica's POV
Rollings House
The wedding invitation was glaring back at me as it rested on the table before me.
It was Jonathan's wedding invitation.
The woman's name beside him was…
Imelda.
For a moment, I felt I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't believe that after all that we survived, after all the promises we made, I actually received a wedding invitation to my own husband's wedding with the woman who never missed the chance to destroy us.
For me that wedding invitation was the end of my future with Jonathan as his wife.
Suddenly my phone buzzed.
I saw it was John.
"Hey, could I borrow a suit from Jonathan for his wedding?" he asked casually.
"Things have been so rough the past year,"
"I lost weight, so I can't wear my own."
"Why do you need his suit?" I asked, confused.
"Didn't Imelda arrange dresses for everyone?"
"Aren't you one of his best men?"
The conversation was casual, but it made the fact that Jonathan is really going to marry a fact.
