I Am No Ones Second Choice

Summary

The day before my wedding, a notification popped up on my phone: a hotel reservation confirmation in my fiancée’s name.

I didn't scream. I didn't call her. I sat in our living room, surrounded by half-packed suitcases and wedding favors, waiting for her to come home and give me a reason to keep the ring on her finger.

But she didn't come home. Instead, her "childhood best friend," Riley, posted a photo to his Instagram. They were tangled together in a hotel bed, the lighting soft and intimate, her face tucked into the crook of his neck.