GiaI had sex with my best friend last night after fourteen years of waiting for him to look at me the same way I’d always looked at him. He was drunk. I was half tipsy. When he crushed his lips on mine and stuffed his cock inside of me in the backseat of the taxi, a tear slid down my cheeks.I had won.That was what I thought it was. That was what it was supposed to be until he spilled every last drop of his cum inside of me, and groaned a name that wasn’t mine.Vivienne.His toxic ex.I was mortified. I should have gathered the last bit of self respect, ditch his birthday party and take the next flight home. But that sick part of me clung to the fact that I had misheard him. That he’d said Gia. Not Vivienne. So, I came anyway and right now as I watched him drop on one knee, holding out a diamond ring, I had never felt even more stupid. “Will you marry me?” He asked. Not to me. But her.Each word was like a dagger buried in my chest, twisting my heart as Vivienne squealed. “Yes.
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