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On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

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She nodded slowly, hiding her anger behind a tight smile. Rico looked us over one last time. “Don’t disappoint me.” Then he turned and left. The door slammed behind him. The moment he was gone, the room exploded into chatter. “Oh my God, Daniel Beaumont?” one girl whispered. “He’s insanely rich.” “We all know August is richer,” another said, laughing as she practiced a spin. “I’m making sure he notices me.” I watched them quietly, my chest heavy as the younger girls laughed and whispered, their excitement buzzing through the room. They adjusted their outfits, fixed their hair, practiced smiles in the mirrors like this place was some kind of dream instead of a cage.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

Charlotte, 08:00pm Are you sure? Me, 08:01pm Yah, just running a cold. Ava, 08:01pm Okay, take care!! Emma, 08:01pm See you tomorrow then!! Make sure to take some medication (I laugh at this text because sometimes Emma can act like our mom.) Me, 08:02pm Yes, mum!!! Have fun, whatever you girls and boys are doing. Help me and tell the boys to have fun and make sure they don't get too drunk!

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She froze in place. The moment the familiar name and image flashed onto the display, full realization washed over her. A piercing scream tore from her throat, and she threw herself at the monitor, shrieking, "No! Turn it off! Turn it off now!"

2:49 PM. “Right,” Adrian said. 58 BPM. Looking at photo. At Chloe. 19. _UCLA_ sweatshirt. Smiling. Before December 22nd. “Right,” I said. “Eight,” Ivy said. Counting. Fingers. “We’re eight!” “Eight!” Isla said. Copying. _Thump._ And Reese. Stayed dead. And the _AFTER_ box. Stayed closed. And court. Stayed gone. And 7.