“And get this—some rich guy tried to hit on her, said he’d spoil her rotten. She stood up and slapped him across the face. What a feisty girl.”
Then he added, “I know you two never really got along. But maybe it’s because you never gave her a real chance. If you just spent some time with her, maybe you’d see how lovable she is.”
My gut was screaming at me that something was off. But I brushed it aside. Told myself I was just being paranoid. That I was overthinking things.
And then, not long after, a friend told me that Colin had bought a bracelet. Not just any bracelet—a vintage piece that once belonged to a real-life European princess. Not only did she wear it, it was apparently one of her favorites.
So naturally, I thought… maybe he bought it for my birthday.
But on the day of my birthday, Piper posted on Instagram. That exact bracelet, worth millions, was wrapped around her wrist. In the photo, a man’s hand was holding hers—fingers laced.
That night, I waited until the last birthday candle burned itself out. Colin never came home.
It was the first time he ever forgot my birthday.