Grand Theft Fiancée

es, it had thousands of likes and replies. The internet, a bea

ngagement, photos of me with the Bronco during its restoration, and

's HER FIAN

cé's car and gave i

is sending me. More l

tting in my high-rise office, looking out over the Austin skyline, a cold calm settling over me. The

es, Mark, flashed on the screen. "D

ck. "Just saved myself a few m

probably on their way to get celebratory drinks. I could picture it perfectly: Wesley driv

. This time, it was an un

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s is

hicle. We have a Ms. Gabrielle Fuller and a Mr. Wesley Todd

in the background, a string

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then Gabby's voice, shrill

did you do? You called

le my ca

you're being so petty and controlling! Wesley said you'd overreact

n. But all I felt was a profound sense of r

Wesley is so understanding, maybe he can p

g is this weekend! My parents, our r

'you' problem," I sa

nt, unimportant noise. I blocked her number. Then I blocked Wesley'