Threw Him and Our Wedding Invitation in the Trash
Language: en
I came home holding the wedding invitations I designed myself, hoping to surprise my fiancé. But when I walked in, there was Ashley, the new nanny, sitting right in his lap. She scooped some soup from his bowl, tasted it, then lightly punched his chest. "You're such a liar, it's not salty at all." My fingers tightened, crushing the wedding invitations into a ball. I walked straight to the trash can. "Looks like my fiancé is getting a new girlfriend." 1 Seraphina had only started this month. She was Mrs. Jenkins' cousin. A few days earlier, Julian had gone skiing and accidentally…