Our Substitute

Summary

Three days after finalizing the divorce with Holden, two videos exploded across all major platforms.

One was from eight years ago, showing me, Scarlett, at twenty-four, bussing tables with Holden at a late-night diner.

I was cradling a fifteen-dollar plate of fried rice, my eyes sparkling.

“Future Scarlett, once Holden becomes a big-shot director, won’t it be awesome to be married to him? You better remember all the hardships we’re going through now; he’ll have to pay it all back, with interest!”