The Traitor Married My Debt
Language: en
Lydia’s call came through almost instantly. Her voice was a jagged mess of disbelief and sharp, hysterical demands. She asked if I had completely lost my mind. We had the house, the ceremony, the registry, and the honeymoon all lined up. We had fought so hard to get to this finish line, she screamed. I just told her, calmly, that it didn’t matter. She already had a replacement ready to step into my shoes. After all, that man had been a part of every step of our planning. He probably knew the choreography of our wedding better than I did. It only took the length of a single cigarette for me…