The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

On our engagement day, I discovered countless erotic photos of my fiance with another woman on his laptop.

Eight years with him, and this was my reward.

Betrayal, raw and unforgiving, clawed at me.

Immediately, I booked a flight to Fiassi, a flight scheduled to depart on our wedding day.

This had to end.

I called my boss. "Mr. Rowland, I've decided. I'll take the Fiassi job."

His surprise was palpable. "Fantastic. I'll get the team on it. But your wedding..."

"No problem," I managed, my voice trembling.

Tears streaming down my face, unseen by him, as I ended the call.

It was the first time I'd ever touched Antonio Kaufman's computer.

We'd started at the same company after graduation, different departments, separate lives.

Tonight, he was at a bachelor party, his phone off.

desperate for a proposal, contacted

I saw those

of memories flooded

not a single

"We see each other every day. No

need; he

Antonio would be a bachelor forever for Mandy's sake! You're actually getting married? Are you sure you're not doing it in a fit of pique? I hadn't notice the guilty look

is based

declared, my voice ringing

no longer

I closed his

text was ready to send, but his response

message from yesterday

. o

was

void waiting for someone to come

played

a blank canvas except for

Antonio was simply introverted, but my

questioned that bio countless

was chillingly

days until our