The Night Before My Wedding, I Found Out I Was the Other Woman

The night before my wedding, at the rehearsal party, we started a round of Never Have I Ever.

Mia—my fiancé Adrian's childhood friend—smiled and raised her hand. "Never have I ever been someone's mistress."

I didn't move.

The next second, she grabbed my hand and forced one of my fingers down.

"Claire, you have."

Adrian laughed and chimed in.

"She's right. You were the one who came between us. Mia and I signed our marriage license at City Hall last year."

"She didn't want to hurt you, so she gave you tomorrow's public wedding. You should thank her."

The smile froze on my face.