You Have No Proof We Dated
Language: en
I spent seven years as the dirty little secret of my sister’s best friend. She was drunk—or playing at it—when she looked at me across the dimly lit VIP booth, a cruel, lazy smile on her lips. "Cole, I should just set you up with someone better. That way you can finally stop suffocating me, yeah?" My expression didn't shift. I just looked at her and calmly said, "Okay." Because I remembered another lifetime. A life where I didn't agree. A life where I stubbornly married her anyway. In that life, she treated our marriage like a prison sentence. She froze me out, entirely indifferent to my…