I Was His To-Do List
On my wedding day, my fiancé bailed. Sabina—his ex—had sent him a diary listing 77 things she'd done for him. Turns out she only dumped him because his family pushed her to. So, he ran back to her.
While I was still reeling, Jacob—my fiancé's best friend—showed up. He got down on one knee, flashed a ring he'd clearly had ready, and said, "Yuna Auclair, I've liked you for a long time. Will you marry me?"
I thought he was my person.
But after the wedding, Jacob turned distant. Hot one second, ice-cold the next.
Then I found a diary in his study. Just like the one Sabina had sent my ex.
Page one hit like a truck:
[Hurt Yuna Auclair seventy-seven times, and I'll break up with Gabriel and be with you.]
Oh—and Gabriel? He was my ex.