My Fiancé Was Sexting My Best Friend
My fiancé, Don Luciano Carbone, and my best friend, Maya, never got along. They fought every time they met. But just before my wedding, I found out they’d been sleeping together for a long time.
Today, Maya flew in from Miami for my last week of freedom.
She’d chopped her hair. Short, black, and rebellious.
Leather jacket, ripped jeans, and the same old pair of Doc Martens.
She was an anarchist in my world of etiquette and order. But she was my best friend.
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