Maskfall
Not long after Josh Stewart proposed to me, the Stewart family went bankrupt. He took on three jobs, pouring everything he had into taking care of me. Every morning, he handed me the first cup of coffee, and the only fresh bagel on the table was always mine.
He would pull me into his arms and promise, softly but firmly, that once he had saved his first 100,000 dollars, he would marry me.
I believed every word.
Until the day I stepped into an exclusive private club and saw him with his childhood sweetheart, their fingers intertwined, as he ordered a bottle of Lafite without a second thought.
"If Yvette still hasn't realized in three days that Donald's been pretending to be you, then you win," she said with a smile.
"Her eyesight isn't great," Josh replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And Donald avoids women. She won't notice. If I win, you're coming abroad with me for the wedding."
I stood there, just out of sight, listening. A small smile tugged at my lips. Perhaps… it was time to find myself a different groom.