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.

boss, desperate for a

when I saw those

years of memories

a single

for shared photos were always dismissed: "We see each other every day.

need; he simply wasn't

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 in Antonio's eyes

is based on

declared, my voice ringing

I no

I closed

was ready to send, but his response

message from yesterday

. o

was

void waiting for someone

wry smile played on my

someone else. a blank canvas except for one

Antonio was simply introverted,

that bio countless times; he'd

was chillingly

until our