I Left During His Honeymoon
Five years of marriage, and he really thought I'd just swallow it.
"Anyway," he said, all casual, "Vivien and I have a dinner event tonight. Finish this and send it over soon."
Click. Hung up before I could even breathe.
Two minutes later, my phone buzzed.
Vivien had posted again.
Candlelit dinner. Her head tilted all sweet against Eric's shoulder. Right in front of them? A sleek little gift box—perfect ring size.
Scrolled down to last night's post—4 a.m. at a bar. Drinks, laughter, the whole flirty mess.