But I was shattered.
However, I didn’t collapse in public. I saved that for the shower at home, where no one could hear me.
Only my younger sister, Piper, and my mom stood firmly beside me.
My 29-year-old sister didn’t sugarcoat a thing. “They’re rewriting the whole story,” she told me one night at my kitchen table. “They’re acting like you two just drifted apart.”
“He told people we were unhappy for years,” I said.
“Were you?”
“No.”
Six months later, they were planning a lavish wedding.
Of course they were. Sloane always loved being the center of attention.
She was the type of 27-year-old who was obsessed with mood boards and themed cocktails.
She posted wedding counts on social media as if theirs was some kind of epic romance.
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