The Bird Flies Away
My name was Erica Tyler. Everyone in our circle knew me as the perfect girlfriend.
For five years, I was his fiancee in name only. I never pushed for a wedding, not even a quick ceremony at city hall, and I never asked for a cent of his money.
I only wanted Neal Beckett to donate some bone marrow to my mother.
When he cheated with an Oscar-winning actress, I denied the affair on his behalf. When he was filmed making out with a pop star, I paid to make the video disappear.
The day an influencer claimed she was pregnant with his child, I helped schedule her prenatal appointments.
The socialites in our circle felt sorry for me, but that did not stop them from mocking me. “Erica, you’re su