“No, you’ve had a full day.” He flashes me a smile that makes my toes curl in my new sneakers. Another something that’s happened in the past two weeks…my attraction to my boss has grown by leaps and bounds. But I’m a professional, and not one to try to seduce the hand that feeds her.

I’m not stupid.

Not to mention, he’s never given me any indication that he’s being anything but nice to me.

He pours me a glass of wine and offers it to me with a wink. “Why don’t you take this upstairs and unwind, Izzy?”

“I will not turn down that offer.” I accept the wine and turn to head upstairs to the apartment. I climb the steps and take a sip of the sweet wine that Keegan always has on hand now.

I feel a little guilty that he still won’t let me sleep on the couch. I know it has to be uncomfortable for him sleeping on that thing, but he won’t even entertain the idea of trading with me. I’ve looked for a small apartment, but I haven’t been working here long enough to afford first, last, and a deposit.

And there’s no way I’ll ask my father for help—not that he’d give it, even if I did ask.

I change out of my dirty T-shirt and jeans into black yoga pants and an oversized sweater that hangs off one shoulder 80s-style, then sit on the couch with my glass of wine when a text comes through from a friend back home.

This is the first time she—or any of my friends—has reached out to me since the wedding. And, yes, I understand that it only reiterates that I have some shitty people in my life.

I open my phone.

Mindy: OMG! Did you see this??

She included a screenshot of Troy’s Instagram page. I unfollowed the page last week, but now I open the app and search for his name. Troy has a public profile, so I don’t have an issue with seeing the images.

Photo after photo of my ex-fiancé in Aruba—on my honeymoon—with none other than Heather Croy. My supposed friend. Ex-friend now, the way she’s hanging all over him.

I don’t bother replying to Mindy. She’s only stirring shit. Doing a good job of it, obviously, but I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of a response.

I stand and pace the living room. I can hear the music downstairs as I drink wine and look at the photos over and over again.

He went on my vacation.

He took my friend.

I wonder if they were sleeping together before the wedding. Looking back now, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if Troy had been cheating on me for a long time.