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

I

of memories

snapshots of us, not a single

were always dismissed: "We see each other every day. No need

need;

resurfaced. "I thought Antonio would be a bachelor forever for Mandy's sake! You're actually getting married? Are you sure

marriage is

declared, my voice ringing

no longer

closed

ready to send, but his response to

message from yesterday

. o

was

void waiting for someone

smile played

someone else. a blank canvas except for

simply introverted, but my naivety was

questioned that bio countless times;

it was

days until our