Before my wedding, I noticed something strange about my fiancé’s best friend. His attention made me uncomfortable, but I kept quiet to protect their friendship. Then I discovered something that made me question everything I believed about the man I loved. I never expected the truth to hurt so much.
“Marvin won’t be home until ten,” I told Carl.
My fiancé’s best friend stood outside our front door, holding flowers.
“So we’ve got the whole afternoon?”
“That’s right.”
“Marvin won’t be home until ten.”
He smiled and stepped inside.
“I wasn’t sure you’d actually invite me over.”
“Neither was I.”
I closed the door behind him.
“Neither was I.”
Carl had spent weeks trying to get me interested in him. Now he thought I’d finally given in.
What he didn’t know was that I’d heard him talking to Marvin three days earlier.
And I intended to find out exactly what they were planning.
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My name is Liberty. I’m 30, and until that week, I’d been counting down the days until my wedding.
Marvin and I had been together for four years.
Now he thought I’d finally given in.
He called me Libby, usually when he wanted to make me laugh or convince me to forgive him for forgetting something.
We’d met through friends, and he’d asked me out three times before I agreed.
He’d always said I was worth the wait.
He called me Libby.
Carl had been his best friend since they were eight.
They’d grown up on the same street, ridden bikes together, and even shared an apartment in college.
Marvin called him “the brother I got to choose.”
“He’s practically family, Libby.”
Carl had been his best friend.
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