The Night Before Our Wedding, I Heard What He Really Thought of Me

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My phone buzzed on the counter in the dark kitchen.

Owen [2:15 AM]: Hey babe, sorry phone died. Just wanted to say I love you. Can’t wait to make you Mrs. Thorne. Don’t forget to sign that doc I emailed you first thing in the morning. It’s for the “family portfolio” lol. Sleep tight.

The “lol” at the end. The casual, confident cruelty continue reading …