I stood there, stunned. My pulse roared in my ears, anger and disbelief coursing through me. Before I knew it, I had my phone out, recording their intimate little exchange.
Later that night, I posted the video online with the caption:
[My first real experience with rigging. Lesson learned.]
And, for good measure, I tagged The Grand Pianist Excellence Awards.
Predictably, the video exploded, going viral almost instantly.
...
Months later, on the night of my engagement to the daughter of a prominent oil tycoon, Margot showed up uninvited.
Tears streaming down her face, she begged me to reconcile with her, to take her back.
I told her to get lost.
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That same night, she stormed into my apartment, fury written across her face.
“Frank, are you out of your damn mind? Take down that fake video of Steven and me right now!”
I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “Margot, don’t you think you owe me an explanation first?”
For a moment, she froze, her mask slipping.
Then, as if I was the one inconveniencing her, she replied sharply, “Wait, you were home that day?”
Her annoyance was infuriating. “Yes, I was home. I heard everything.”