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

years of memories

snapshots of us, not a single

"We see

wasn't about the need; he

party resurfaced. "I thought 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

marriage is based on

declared, my voice ringing

I no longer

I closed

text was ready to send, but his response to

message from yesterday

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was

Facebook profile was a void waiting for

wry smile played

blank canvas

was simply introverted,

countless times; he'd

it was

days until