I Married Your Replacement Instead
Language: en
Six years. That was how long Virginia and I had been together before we finally found ourselves standing in line at City Hall, waiting to pull a marriage license. We’d spent the entire morning shuffling forward in the echoing marble corridor. Finally, it was our turn. That’s when Tyler showed up. He was the college kid Virginia had been mentoring through a foster-youth outreach program. "Virginia," he said, breathless, appearing out of nowhere. "I'm so sorry you had to wait all morning. Let's go in." I stood there. Paralyzed. I watched him slide his arm casually around her waist, my brain…