His ex arrived in red, grabbed my hand, and begged me not to marry him. I almost ignored her until my fiancé saw what she gave me and completely lost control.
Inside the envelope was a photograph.
At first, I did not understand what I was looking at.
It showed Evan standing outside a courthouse beside Vanessa.
The date printed in the corner was from 14 months earlier.
Fourteen months.
Evan and I had been engaged for 18 months.
I looked at him.
“What is this?”
His face had gone completely white.
“It’s not what you think.”
Vanessa laughed once.
“Of course that’s what you say.”
I looked back at the photograph.
Evan was wearing the navy coat I had bought him for Christmas that year.
I remembered that coat because he told me he had ruined it during a work trip.
He said coffee spilled all over it at the airport.
