if time could stop at the moment when we first met

Summary

The day my fiancée’s male bestie got dumped, he flew into a rage and trashed my penthouse on Park Avenue―the home we were supposed to share.

Then he posted a picture with the caption:

[Real besties share a bed, smash a house, run from a wedding, and roam the world together.]

Pinned right below it was my fiancée's comment:

[Wait for me, bestie! I’m ditching my wedding to run away with you!]

I let out a cold laugh and replied:

[Then you’d better pay for the damages. Otherwise, the only place