Her Man, Her Best Friend

for Donovan, my fiancé, to celebrate his company' s ma

owing Donovan passed out on her sofa, shirtless, with her playfully covering her mouth.

ve me a cheap smart home hub – the basic model Karmen had just thrown away. The next morning, Karmen

shed over, shoving me aside, and cradled her, glaring at me. "You've got some serious issues,

r – peaches he' d always been too busy to get for me. Then I found my grandmoth

u see it, too?" I asked. He said nothing. I clutched the ruin

pte

table in the city' s most exp

had been a massive success. She had been by his side

er sho

m story from her best friend, Karmen Hendrick

s sofa. He was shirtless. Karmen was lying ne

so hard! Had to make sure my

to marry was with her best friend. This wasn' t the

ed, untouched celebratory dinner.

on Carney. He was a landscape designer she' d worked with

for a new start you mentione

ately. Jameson' s voice was

p in the morning. We're

d. "In one week

king. This apartment, holding five yea

of cheap alcohol. He saw the untouched dinner and pul

I'm grinding this hard, you gotta take care o

the top of

conference. After that, it's just us. No more anniversaries o

s hands off her waist. "No m

n them. She would not marry a man who slept with

ss and pulled a smal

hing. A little l

c, mass-produce

ll be a big dia

It was plastic and felt cheap. She reme

igner hub and threw in a little extra gadget! Anyone wa

device. The one Karmen kept was

five years together, this was what he thought she was wort