Kevin had drafted them himself—the last time I'd caught him cheating.
Back then, the humiliation had been suffocating. So I'd called Hailey, dragged her to a club, and ordered a whole table of pretty boys to sing with us. Petty revenge. Meaningless comfort.
Kevin had found out within the hour.
He'd stormed in with a squad of men, trashed the place, and beat those boys bloody.
He seized my hand in a crushing grip.
"Fern, you're ruthless."
"Fine. I admit it—I fell for you. I can't stand the thought of another man near you. Happy now?"
Then came that livestream confession that broke the internet.
Kevin Henson swore he'd changed. Swore he'd be a devoted husband from then on.
And for a while, we really did have something sweet.
Just like Hailey said, he went all in—learning my tastes, catering to my every whim.
When he found out I loved skiing, he built me a private estate in Switzerland. Even named it after us—a blend of our names, a promise carved into stone.
But now.
I stared at Christina's latest social media post.
The estate's nameplate had been changed.
Those four characters that once symbolized us—"Kevin and Fern Forever"—had been replaced.
Now it read: Kevin Embraces Christina.