Sacha always thought my friends were no good, that they were just as useless as me. But when we had problems, these friends of mine—whom she despised—stood up for her. Meanwhile, her friends she thought highly of would only add fuel to a fire whenever we argued. I had to not only placate her but also cater to them.
Sacha didn’t come home for the next two days, leaving only four days until our engagement.
Then, around 8 p.m. on the third day, my phone buzzed with a video call from her. I answered the call, only to see her and Craig, heads pressed together. She was grinning, cheeks flushed as she fed him wine by biting the rim of the glass.
“Oops! Sorry, Sacha! I was trying to record a video of you but accidentally called Errol instead,” came a panicked voice from the other side.
As soon as the person on the other end of the line finished apologizing, the wine glass slipped from Sacha’s mouth and crashed to the floor.
Errol's POV
Sacha’s face filled the screen, panic clear in her voice as she hurried to explain, "Errol, don't get it wrong! I just lost a bet, that’s all. There’s nothing going on between Craig and me."