The Night Before His Wedding, My Ex Found Out How I Really Died
At our high school reunion, my ex announced he was getting married.
In the middle of the congratulations, someone piped up. “Hey, where’s Wren tonight? She didn’t show?”
The whole room cracked up.
“Wren? Probably still earning her keep in some rich guy’s bed.”
“She dumped James for money, and now look at him. He’s the wealthiest guy in New York. Bet she’s kicking herself.”
Someone snickered.
“I heard the guy’s some fat old man. God, how does she even stomach it.”
I broke up with James Thorne the year he loved me the most, and walked straight into the arms of another man, a man with money.
Now he had a new girlfriend, he’d taken over Thorne Capital, and he was one of New York’s most talked-about young executives.
He’d organized this reunion because he couldn’t wait to show off how good his life had turned out.
“Enough. Drop it.”
In the middle of the laughter, James spoke up. “I have a better life now. Whether Wren is dead or alive has nothing to do with me anymore.”
“What if she really were dead?”
The room went silent.