That vow she made to my mom—it had all been for show.
Bitterly, I pressed “like” on Ethan’s post.
In an elevator somewhere, Claire stared at her phone in shock.
“You liked this? Ethan, did you do it on my account?”
Ethan’s face turned red, stammering nonsense.
But Claire’s hands trembled when she saw it.
Then came a new notification—my post.
[ Turns out getting a marriage license isn’t that hard. ]
Photo: my marriage certificate.
[ Who did you marry? ]
A message popped up from her.
I glanced at it—and blocked her.
[ Don’t joke around. ]
[ Marriage isn’t something you play games with. ]
