Too Broken For His Vows

Summary

Even after Brendan and I got engaged, if my hand accidentally brushed against his, he would drown his skin in hand sanitizer, scrubbing it raw dozens of times.

I swallowed the humiliation, comforting myself with the lie that he just had severe germaphobia.

Then his first love, Brook, returned from abroad, and we all ended up at a private lounge playing a game of Never Have I Ever.

By the end, only Brook and I were left. She had one finger standing; I still had three.

I naively thought I was going to win.

Brook merely tilted her glass, offering me a slow, predatory smile.