My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband

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t hooked on the handlebars knocking a frantic rhythm against the

ance alert from my bank. My stomach clen

, swiping the

ce: $

sand dollars Grandma Maeve needed for her surgery. I s

tered the image. Blackrock St

ive places in town. A single steak from Bla

tered, the cold night wind bit

rsonal insult. I stood awkwardly by the entrance in my faded FastDash ja

lingly drifted to Ethan Beaumont, my boyfriend. He'd promised to bring

per bag with a gold logo. I could smell the

cooter and headed for the Laurel Hotel. Its flashing neon

cars, and walked into the grand lobby. The polished marble floor ref

for the top floor, th

d: "Deliver to my

dn't be. He was supposed to be at t

ly, my own anxious face refl

sive mahogany door. Taking a

h echoed from within.

new better than my own, answere

o ice. That voice

re, wrapped in a silk robe, his hair damp. H

mpatience morphed into p

figure emerged from behind him, wr

ton, the undisputed que

hair a messy halo. Her cold blue eyes scanned me from head to to

nails scraped lightly across Ethan

nd. Blackrock Steakhouse. He actually ordered food for another

e a tsunami. The air was a nauseating mix of E

his voice, but it was weak,

n, don't tell me you haven't broken up with Ever yet?" She l

esence, was whimpering in the back

three years, the man I thought was my futur

on the paper bag,

rlett's challenging gaze, the

ent of cooling steak fi