The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker
iven Wesley Scott ele
pport us while he, the golden boy from an "old money" Austin family, built his political car
long years, he
r his run for local office. The huge, high-profile engagement party was sched
e email
is childhood friend, were smiling, holding up a document. I zoomed in. It was the d
e line of text from Gabrie
n Wesley walked in, looking pleased with himself afte
is charismatic smil
out. She needed a co-signer to sec
ild questioning a grown-up decision. The
ought a condo w
ning cold. It was a look I knew well, the
ate transaction. If you have a problem with it, we can ju
, would never dare to leave him, not when we were this clos
d face, the face I had once loved
teady. "You're right. The party is to
face. He thought he'd won. He had no idea
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