The Fiancé My Best Friend Stole
For one second, I saw the boy I had loved at twenty-two, the one who kissed my knuckles after every fight and promised he would never let his family turn him into his father.
That boy was still in there somewhere.
It didn't save me.
"Sophia is innocent," I said. "At least innocent of this. Don't punish her because you finally feel guilty."
His face tightened. "What about us?"
I looked at him for a long time.
There had been an us once, but it had been buried under five years of waiting, one mistaken phone call, one wedding, one unborn child, and too many words Luca could never take back.
"I don't know how to be us anymore," I said.
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