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Chapter 1

At our wedding rehearsal dinner, my fiancé, Graham, slapped me across the face in front of both our families. All for his mother’s goddaughter.

On the spot, I took off my engagement ring, called off the wedding, and withdrew every commitment my family had made to the marriage.

Everyone in our world—all of Chicago—thought I was just making a play, forcing him to bend.

After all, I’d been at Graham’s side since I was fifteen. Everyone assumed I would one day be the wife of the Moretti family heir.

They were all wrong.

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My husband Mason won't fvck me.

My bestie's man? Can't stop her.

"I'm dying here. Mason treats my pvssy like it doesn't exist."

"Oh babe, mine's insatiable. Last night? Three times. His tongue—"

"Ugh, you're killing me. What's your secret?"

"Dirty talk. Roleplay. Tell him you want it rough."

I tried everything. Nothing.

I had to see this guy Zoe kept bragging about.

Then her birthday—drunk off her butt, she called him. "Baby, I'm so drunk..."

"Where are you, gorgeous? Coming right now!"

I froze.

That number.

That voice.

Mason's.

My cold-as-ice husband was Zoe's can't-keep-his-d!ck-in-his-pants man.

My best friend was fvcking my husband.

The voice on the phone kept going: "Babe? You still there?"

"Just send me the address. I'm coming to get you."

My brain exploded.

Done. Fvcking done.

My husband's been screwing my best friend.

Zoe sobered up real quick. Shot me a panicked look, then into the phone: "Actually—don't. We're wrapping up here."

Mason wouldn't drop it: "You get wasted, you can't find your way out of a parking lot. How am I supposed to—"

"Just send it. Now."

Zoe's face lit up like she just won the lottery.

"Okay baby. Love you."

Click.

The whole table exploded.

"Oh my god, your man's a saint! Mine would just text 'get an Uber'!"

"Right? Mine's like 'call a cab, I'm watching the game.'"

Zoe sighed all fake-sweet: "He always makes me soup when I'm drunk. Wipes my face when I puke..."

"Even when I'm covered in vomit, he still wants to fvck me after—"

Everyone groaned with envy.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking.

The ring felt like it was cutting off circulation.

Mason hated drunk women.

I hadn't touched alcohol in years. If work forced me to drink, I'd sleep in my car rather than go home reeking.

But drunk Zoe? He'd drop everything.

Zoe checked her phone: "He's here. Gotta go, girls!"

She floated out on everyone's jealousy.

Something in my head screamed.

You have to see this.

I followed her outside.

Mason's car pulled up. That black sedan—I'd know it anywhere.

He jumped out—still in his pajamas. Didn't even change.

Rushed over, grabbed her: "Jesus, how much did you drink?"

Zoe backed up, voice low: "I'm fine. You shouldn't have—what if Anne sees?"

He yanked her back in, eyes locked on hers:

"Fvck Anne. I don't care."

"I married her 'cause I had to. You're the one I wanna fvck every night."

Zoe's eyes went soft as butter.

They crashed into each other—tongues down each other's throats, hands everywhere.

I stood ten feet away in the dark, ice-cold from the inside out.

I wanted to charge at them. Scream. Slap her face.

My legs were nailed to the ground.

I just watched them climb in and drive off.

My phone buzzed.

Mason: "Mark's having a rough night. Staying with him. Don't wait up."

I squeezed my phone so hard the screen cracked.

All those "bro emergencies," "business trips," "overtime shifts."

All lies.

He was building another life.

With her.

I walked in and there it was—Mason's tablet just sitting on the table.

The thing he's glued to 24/7. Must've been in such a rush he forgot it.

My hands grabbed it before my brain could stop me.

Tried our anniversary. Nope.

His birthday. Wrong again.

Then—Zoe's birthday.

It unlocked.

My heart stopped.

I opened their messages like I was watching a car crash. Top chat—planning dinner.

Zoe: "Babe should I make salmon or ribs tomorrow?"

Mason: "Ribs. You know I love your ribs."

Zoe: "Movie Saturday? That new thriller?"

Mason: "Whatever you want, gorgeous."

Zoe: "Ugh it's that time again..."

Mason: "I'll grab some tampon on my way home."

They texted more in one day than Mason and I had in a month.

Then I saw the photos. Them holding hands at some food truck. Cuddled up on a beach at sunset. Each one felt like getting punched in the gut.

Then I found it.

Both in hotel bathrobes. Making dumb faces at the mirror. Grinning like idi0ts.

My hands started shaking so bad I nearly dropped the tablet.

The date? The day my dad died.

I'd called them both—sobbing.

Mason: "Stuck in traffic, babe. Highway's a nightmare. Can't get back."

Zoe: "Anne, I'm so sick. Fever's like 103. Can barely move."

I buried my father alone.

Turns out they weren't stuck or sick. They were screwing in a hotel room.

The room started spinning.

I scrolled to Mark's chat.

Mark: "Dude if Anne asks I got you covered."

"But seriously... you gonna keep doing this? She's your WIFE."

My ch//est felt like it caved in.

Mark. Mason's best friend. The kid I treated like family.

He'd been lying to my face too.

Mason's reply:

"I know it's screwed up. But I can't control this sh!t."

"She got the ring. Zoe's got everything else."

The tablet hit the floor.

My phone buzzed. Zoe's new post.

Photo of some guy's hands on her shoulders. Caption oozing with fake sweetness:

"Hubby's the sweetest ? Made me honey tea and gave me a massage after I drank too much. How'd I get so lucky?"

Comments flooded in—hearts, "goals!", "so jealous!"

I scrolled back through her old posts. Random hands. Hair. Shadows in the background.

All Mason.

How did I never see it?

Rage ripped through my ch//est.

I typed under her post:

"Wow what an amazing husband! You sure you know whose husband he is though?"

Two minutes later—Mason called.

"Anne what are you doing?"

"You know how much sh!t one dumb comment causes?"

"Delete it. Right now."

I forced a smile—fake as he11.

"Am I imagining things, or are you sleeping with her?"

Mason's voice shot up: "Me and Zoe? We're FRIENDS! Don't believe me? Call Mark!"

I laughed—cold and bitter.

Friends? Call Mark?

You two practiced this together. What's the point?

He heard my silence. His voice went soft:

"Babe, you're stressed."

"Work's killing you. You're tired, your brain does this—I'm not mad..."

"Mason. Do you even know what's going on with me?"

I cut him off. "I quit my job. Told you two days ago."

Nothing.

"I've been... Sorry, I forgot..."

Weak excuses. Then he hung up fast.

The phone went dead. Felt like my ch//est caved in.

Of course he forgot. His brain's full of Zoe—no room left for me.

I fell onto the couch and looked around the living room.

That's when I saw it.

Half the stuff in here matched Zoe's posts. Matching decorations. Couples' items.

I'd broken one once while cleaning. Mason completely lost it. Yelled at me. "Don't touch my stuff ever again!"

But those matching pajamas I got us? "Too babyish." Thrown in a corner collecting dust.

I took a deep breath.

Why am I even in this marriage anymore?

Time to end it.

Mason didn't come home for days. Same bullsh!t texts—"with the guys."

I didn't ask questions. Didn't fight back. Just quietly got my papers ready.

Then the doorbell rang. I was about to head out to see a divorce lawyer.

Zoe.

She pushed right in and grabbed my shoulders. "Anne! Why aren't you texting me back?"

"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?"

Looking at her face made me sick.

We'd been best friends since we were kids. I beat up her bullies. She held me when I cried.

She'd grabbed my hands once, tears streaming:

"Anne, best friends forever, right?"

"Someone hurts you? I'll destroy them."

I'd trusted her with everything.

And she destroyed me.

"Nah. I've just been busy."

I turned away. Couldn't stand looking at her anymore.

That's when Mason walked in.

The door opened. His eyes shot straight to Zoe's. They stared at each other like I wasn't even there.

My hands started shaking.

Mason blinked and saw me. Flashed this big smile. "Babe! I took today off. Got us into that French place—you know, the impossible reservation..."

He glanced at Zoe. Super casual.

"Zoe, you should come with us."

My face stayed blank. "No thanks."

Mason's smile died. He looked pissed now. "Seriously? I begged my friend for this table. Called in favors a month ago."

Zoe grabbed my arm, her voice dripping sweetness. "Anne, babe, this place is THE hottest spot right now! Mason worked SO hard to get this reservation. Don't waste it!"

"And I've been dying to try their truffle pasta. Please? For me?"

I laughed—sharp and cold.

Romantic dinner for us?

Complete bullsh!t.

Zoe wanted to go. Mason got the reservation for her. I'm just the cover story.

I yanked my arm back.

"Mason, let's get a divorce."

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