I was still smiling when I pushed the bedroom door open.The live stream was rolling smooth. Chat was flying. Hearts and fire emojis and a dozen girls in the comments screaming how lucky I was. Seven days until the wedding. Our house. Our future. I had the phone angled just right so they could see the soft gray walls, the big bed we had picked out together, the white sheets still crisp from the package.I talked while I walked. “And this is where we are going to wake up every morning after the wedding. I still can’t believe it’s real.”My voice sounded bright. Happy. Like a girl who had everything.Then the door swung wider and the sound hit me first.Wet. Deep. Rhythmic. Skin slapping skin. A low, filthy moan that I knew better than my own name.Owen’s voice. Rough. Hungry. The same voice that used to whisper he loved me against my neck.I froze in the doorway with the camera still live.Doris was on her back in the middle of our bed, knees pulled high, ankles locked behind his waist
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