You Trapped Yourselves in My Sauna
Language: en
We were halfway through a private spa party when my fiancée went missing. I headed toward the VIP wing to find her. As I walked, lines of glowing text—a bizarre, floating stream of internet comments—glitched across my field of vision: [Why is this charity-case fiancé suddenly heading to the sauna? The heroine is in there getting cozy with the golden-boy imposter right now!] [I love that he paid for the private booking, only for it to become their secret love nest. Delicious irony!] [Serves him right for standing in the way of true love. Die mad about it!] My fiancée’s assistant, Luke,…