He Cheated, I Sent Invoices
My mom's dying wish was simple.
She wanted to meet the guy I'd been with for eight years.
That day, I called Tyler Carlton sixty-seven times.
Not once did he pick up.
Mom was already gone by the time his text came in.
[The project's locked down right now. I can't leave. When things calm down, I'll come see your mom.]
I held Mom's cold hand, my fingers shaking over the screen.
[Okay.]
Then, that night, I found the video.
Tyler stood in a white suit at some fancy riverfront restaurant.
Beside him was another woman, smiling softly as he held a birthday cake.
The caption said:
[Four years after graduation, I'm finally back by your side. Happy birthday, Vivian.]
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