Chapter 3
I grabbed my phone and headed to the bedroom.]
But instead of
ing, I
started torturing myself.
I pulled up Everett’s Twitter.
He posted there all the time–every little moment we shared, every meal, every silly inside joke.
I liked every single
And I was his only follow.
At least… I thought I was.[]
There was someone else.
A second account.
Username: @orangesaretheonlyfruit
My gut twisted.]
Orange? Noelle?]
Before I could stop myself, I tapped on her profile.[]
The latest tweet was from two hours ago.
“You showed
up the second I called. So… does that mean you kinda like me?”
Attached was a photo.
Two hands. Intertwined.
I recognized one of thern immediately.[]
Everett’s.
If his feed was all about me, hers was all about him.
And I couldn’t look away.]]
I scrolled and scrolled–self–destructing on purpose.]
Then I saw the oldest post.
“Finally got a date with my dream guy, So happy.”
The image?
A hotel room door.
The timestamp?
Three years ago.
Three months after Everett and I started dating.
On Our Wedding Eve. 1 Overheard My Flance Say He Only Prop
Chapter 3
They’d been together since the beginning.
My stomach turned.[]
Nausea rolled in waves.[]
I doubled over, shaking. Eyes burning.
I remembered the early days with Everett.[]
How insecure I was.
Once, he showed up late to dinner–by five minutes.
I snapped. Lashed out.]
He didn’t argue. Didn’t defend himself.
He just held me.
Later, I apologized.]
He’d smiled, brushed my hair back so gently.
“Baby, you’re only mad because you care. I love that about you. I’m not mad–not even a little.“[]
He kissed me, slow and tender.[]
“Sloane Mercer, you don’t ever have to pretend around me. Be yourself–always.”
I cried in his arms that night, overwhelmed by the warmth.]
And he just looked at me like I was his whole world.]]
Was that all fake too?]
Because back then, it sure felt real.]
