I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion weighing me down.
“Just leave them there,” I said, my voice listless.
My phone chimed, signaling a new update on social media. Curious, I tapped into it.
Laurel had posted a video.
In it, she stood on the deck of a yacht, fishing in a bikini. A man’s arms wrapped snugly around her slim waist from behind. Even from the shaky footage, I recognized the watch on his wrist—it was the birthday gift I had given Brian last year.
The location tag read Thailand. A dull ache spread through my chest, sharp and relentless. So, the reason Brian postponed our wedding wasn’t because of work. It was to accompany the woman he truly cherished on a fishing trip.
I went through the motions of washing up, then booked a cab back to the villa to pack my things. Just as I was zipping up my suitcase, the bridal brand Brian had arranged for stopped by to deliver a wedding dress sample.
“Delivery for Laurel Gibbs. A custom-made gown from Mr. Rocha. Congratulation for your wedding, Miss Gibbs,” the delivery person announced brightly.