I found this in my girlfriend’s bathroom. We’ve been looking at it for an hour now and still can’t figure out what it is.

Mark had been careful—no posts, no clues. But Chloe hadn’t hidden anything. It didn’t take long to find the truth.

The real venue.

A hotel downtown.

Elegant. Bright. Everything I had expected for him.

I whispered, “You look beautiful,” to a photo of a bride who didn’t even know I existed.

Then I turned the car around.

The rain started halfway there.

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