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I hadn’t brought my phone tonight. I didn’t have pockets or a purse. So I couldn’t even text Wyatt where I’d gone.

Did it matter? He’d go back to the Malibu house. Maybe he’d be gone by morning.

After all, it wasn’t his problem, it was mine.

I was the dummy who had gone and fallen for him.

Despite all the rules.

The Next Morning

Trouble in Paradise?

Photos emerge of Sydney Malloy heartbroken

after losing to Ellie Wheeler. Running back into the arms

of Axil Wheeler.

-Celebrity Truth

Hockey player’s heart breaks after

Newlywed wife finds comfort in her ex-boyfriend’s arms.

-Celebrity Truth

Was it all just a sham?

What’s the matter Sydney? Can’t make up your mind?

Sydney Malloy flakes on her new marriage to handsome

hockey player in pursuit of her first true love.

-Celebrity Truth

“You sure youdon’t need something stronger than coffee?”

I looked up from Axil’s phone, where he’d shown me the pictures of us jumping into his SUV. His arm draped over my shoulders.

Two people who definitely looked like they were on the run from something.

I shook my head, numb inside.

Francine’s magical fairy bride dress was crumpled in a heap on the floor of Axil’s guest bedroom, where all last night I’d alternated between sobbing and telling myself that this was what I deserved for telling the truth.

I must have drifted off at some point, but woke as soon as the sun rose, with that deep gut sense of having lost something. Much like I felt days after gaining emancipation from my mother. Back then, I knew I’d done the right thing to protect myself, but it didn’t hurt any less losing something I’d loved.

Now it was even bigger. It felt like I was on the verge of losing everything.

It didn’t matter. Wyatt wouldn’t look at the social media posts, but maybe Liam would tell him that he was being made to look like a cuckold online. Because his brand new wife had fallen so quickly back into the arms of an ex.

Of course, he knew the truth about Axil. Knew it was innocent between us.

Maybe he would understand why I’d been so upset that I’d felt the need to run last night. Maybe not. I wasn’t sure it mattered.

The doorbell rang and I took one last sip of my coffee to fortify myself while Axil went to deal with it.