Blurb：
One week before marrying Liam Miller, Ava Miller overhears her fiancé secretly changing their mountain wedding venue to the beach—all for Chloe. Despite Ava’s sacrifice of nearly losing her eyesight for Liam, he dismissively claims, “She’ll agree to anything.” Friends like Jake Reynolds question the disrespect, but Liam prioritizes Chloe’s desires, even gifting her a $70,000 gown while neglecting Ava’s $2,000 dress. On the wedding day, as snow falls on the mountains—Ava’s cherished venue—Liam panics when she doesn’t appear. Discover a tale of devotion betrayed, where Ava realizes five years of love meant nothing compared to Chloe’s influence. Will she confront Liam Miller’s deception or walk away forever?
Content：
One week before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly changed the venue to the beach.
His friend teased him.
Just because Chloe loves the beach, you changed the venue without telling your fiancée? What about her family showing up at the wrong place?
Besides, will she even agree? I heard the mountain wedding was her idea.
My fiancé, Liam Miller, answered dismissively.
“It’s fine. She loves me so much she even risked permanent blindness for me. She’ll go along with whatever I say.”
“She’s so particular about the wedding, she’ll definitely check the details hundred times. She’ll see I changed the location and notify her family herself.”
I stood at the door, silent for a long time, then pretended I hadn’t heard anything and walked away.
On the wedding day, when the groom’s party arrived at the venue, my fiancé called me in a panic.
“Ava, why aren’t you here yet?”
I looked at the snowflakes drifting outside my window.
“I’ve been here for a long time.”
The mountain wedding was something I’d planned from the very beginning. It held special meaning for Liam Miller and me.
Yet, all it took was a word from Chloe for Liam to change it.
My hands trembled as I stood by the door, afraid to make a sound.
Liam’s friend, Jake Reynolds, frowned disapprovingly. “A wedding involves two people. Shouldn’t you at least tell Ava Miller? How else is she supposed to prepare?”
Liam waved a hand impatiently. “What’s there to prepare? The mountains are freezing; the beach is much more pleasant.”
“But such a big decision… not even discussing it with her… isn’t that disrespectful?” Jake pressed.
Liam looked annoyed. “If she knew, she’d ask a million questions, probably throw a fit, and I’d have to calm her down. Too much hassle.”
“Anyway, she’s so devoted to me, she’ll agree. Have you forgotten? She practically worships the ground I walk on. Changing the venue is nothing.”
Someone nearby smirked. “We know why you’re doing it, Liam… for Chloe. Who can say no to a beauty like her?”
“Ha! We always thought you’d marry Chloe, man. She’s gorgeous, comes from a great family.”
Liam’s face darkened. “Shut up. Don’t let me hear that again. If Ava causes trouble, you’ll deal with me.”
Everyone laughed. “Alright, alright. We get it. You’ve got Ava wrapped around your finger.”
Suddenly, Liam’s phone rang – ‘Chloe’ flashed on the screen. Smirks spread around the room.
“The real Mrs. Miller calling,” someone joked.
Liam didn’t correct them, answering softly. Chloe’s coquettish laughter came through the speaker.
“Liam, did you really book that gown for me? I heard you need a six-month reservation!”
“Yeah, had it flown in special from Milan. Should be here next week.”
“But… isn’t it terribly expensive?”
“Only $70,000. Worth it if you love it.”
Chloe sounded touched. “You’re so good to me. I’ll definitely wear it for you on the wedding day!”
Liam smiled warmly. “Good. I’ll be waiting.”
After he hung up, his friends hooted. “Trying to upstage the bride on her own big day? Liam, who are you really marrying, Ava or Chloe?”
Liam chuckled casually. “Ava and I are like an old married couple already; she’ll look fine in anything… Chloe needed something special.”
I stood by the door, a bitter smile twisting my lips. My wedding dress had been bought locally.
On the day I went for fittings, my vision still hadn’t fully recovered. I’d asked liam for his opinion.
After I tried on three dresses, he’d dismissed it offhand. “They all look fine. Just pick one. It’s not like you can see the details clearly anyway.”
He’d been in a hurry to pay. The receipt showed $2,000.
So, he was capable of carefully planning surprises. The recipient just wasn’t me.
On the way home, I bit my lip until it hard, but tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Five years.
Five whole years, and I’d naively believed he understood me.
When I first mentioned the mountain wedding, he’d smiled and ruffled my hair, saying “Okay.”
For a moment, I’d been so moved. He remembered. He had to remember.
He remembered it was where we first met, how I’d fallen for him, bruised and bloody, how I’d clung to his hand in a blizzard whispering “Don’t be scared.”
Turns out, he didn’t remember at all.
Or rather, he’d never truly cared.
Remembering the doctor’s warning that emotional stress could damage my optic nerve recovery, I tilted my head back, trying to force the tears away, but my throat burned with suppressed sobs.
Liam called. Loud music thumped in the background.
“Ava, Jake and the guys are throwing my bachelor party tonight. I won’t be home.”
I paused for two seconds. “Okay.”
This was the third night of his “bachelor party.”
At 1 AM, I was unable to sleep, so I scrolled through social media.
Jake had posted a nine-picture grid: “Liam’s Last Night of Freedom!”
The center photo showed Chloe, cheeks flushed, leaning drunkenly against Liam’s chest, his hand resting loosely on her waist.
Comments flooded in:
“Such a gorgeous couple. What a shame.”
“They’re just childhood friends, stop stirring.”
“@LiamMiller Dude, watch yourself! Don’t piss off Ava!”
Liam replied: “Ava won’t mind. If she makes a fuss over something this small, maybe we shouldn’t get married.”
I silently tapped ‘like’ and turned off my phone.
He was sure I’d tolerate it. Like I’d tolerated the venue change, the $70K gown, and every single time it was ‘just friends’.
This time, I didn’t want to tolerate anymore.
I went to the hospital for my checkup alone.
“The vision fluctuation is significant, you must have someone accompany you,” the doctor scolded.
I smiled faintly. “I can manage alone.”
As I left the hospital, a heavy rain began to pour.
Through the downpour, I saw Liam holding up his phone while Chloe leaned over his shoulder, cheek pressed against his, flashing a peace sign for a selfie. The handbag Chloe carried was the new designer one Liam said last week was ” a gift for a client.”
I laughed bitterly at myself and walked home through the storm.
Liam got home as I was changing out of my soaked clothes.
He looked startled. “Why are you drenched?”
“My follow-up appointment.”
Liam’s face stiffened, “That was today?”
I gave a small, humorless laugh. “Yes. Third reminder.”
He ran a hand through his hair, annoyed. “‘ve been too busy lately, I forgot. Anyway, your vision is recovering. Missing one appointment isn’t a big deal.”
I just stared at him calmly.
“The doctor said my optic nerve is still atrophying.”
Liam was speechless. After a beat, he looked up, irritation flashing in his eyes.
“Are you trying to remind me again that you went blind for me?”
So, I wasn’t allowed to mention it. To him, it sounded like I was demanding gratitude.
When I stayed silent, Liam suddenly flushed with anger.
“That look again! I forgot once! Why do you always blow small things up?”
I looked at his collar. “The blueberry jam from the café. It’s on your collar.”
Liam instinctively wiped his neck, then froze completely. “You…?”
I added calmly, “Chloe’s bag is lovely.”
Liam’s face flushed crimson. He pointed at me, furious. “You followed me? Seriously?! She was just upset, needed to talk!”
“You know her situation! She has no one but me!”
“Ava, can’t you be reasonable? It’s tiresome, you being so calculative!”
I actually laughed. “What a coincidence… during my follow-up, I had no one too.”
Liam looked stung, stammering, “It’s… it’s different for her… You have people who care about you…”
Suddenly, Liam’s phone rang again – Chloe. He answered urgently. I heard her sobs.
“Liam… I fell… it hurts so much…”
“Don’t panic! I’m coming…”
He hung up, yanked the door open, then paused, glancing back at me.
“Think about what you did. I’ll go with you to the favor shop tomorrow.”
“And stop following me… it makes you look pathetic.”
Liam left, but his words echoed. Pathetic? He was right. I just hadn’t seen it until now. Seems I’d been blind long before my eyes failed.
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