I opened the bedroom door and found My fiancé, Kellan's arm was wrapped around Laurel's sleeping body, her auburn hair spread across the pillow I had chosen for our wedding photos.

The promise he had made—"Laurel will not enter our bedroom"—lay shattered at my feet like glass.

The guest room where she was supposed to stay remained empty, her suitcase still packed, because she never intended to sleep there.

"She's Trace's widow," Kellan always said. But Trace had been dead for two years, and my fiancé had been leaving our bed to comfort her every night.

"This room matters to me," I had told him. "It is the only place where I never wonder whether I belong."

Now his steel-gray eyes opened and found me standing in the doorway. He didn't move. Didn't release her. Just stared at me with that quiet resistance he wore whenever he believed a decision had already been made.

I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I simply walked to the closet, pulled out the duffel bag, and began filling it with everything that mattered: my leather tools, my gold cuffs, the photograph of my mother standing beside her first folding desk. Kellan's voice followed me down the stairs, rough with sleep and panic—"Mari, wait, she had a nightmare, I was only—"

I walked out of the loft.

The man I planned to marry had chosen spring. He had chosen a wedding date. He had chosen me.

But he had also chosen her.

And I could not pretend the damage was not there.

Does anyone know where this book is found, what it's proper name is and if it's on kindle please, thanks