His Pregnant Best Friend Freed Me
Language: en
At my joint bachelor-bachelorette party, right when the Truth or Dare game was reaching its messy, drunken peak, the tequila bottle spun across the table and stopped, pointing directly at my fiancé’s best friend. She locked eyes with me, a slow, sharp smile spreading across her face. "I’ll confess," she said, her voice cutting through the bass of the music. "I’m pregnant. And it’s Garrett’s." A collective gasp sucked the air out of the room. The chatter died instantly. Only my face remained frozen. As the whispers started rising around us, Garrett reached over, casually running his fingers…