I’m Rebecca Wilson. And I’ll admit—six years ago, I never imagined I’d be standing in a black dress at my mother’s funeral, wondering what I’d say—or do—when I saw my sister again. Stephanie. The sister who betrayed me in the most painful way possible.
Six years ago, she stole the man I was going to marry. Nathan Reynolds, a self-made tech millionaire with a smile that could disarm anyone—except, apparently, my gut instincts. I had been just weeks away from becoming his wife when I found out about the affair. With my own sister.
