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

when I

years of

us, not a single

photos were always dismissed: "We see each other

about the need; he simply

for Mandy's sake! You're actually getting married? Are

marriage is based on

declared, my voice ringing

I no

closed his

breakup text was ready to send, but his response to

message from yesterday

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was

was a void waiting for someone

wry smile played on my

else. a blank canvas except for one

simply introverted, but my naivety was

countless

it was

until our