At least she had gotten the point of my little demonstration. Someone had tagged all of Tucker’s social media accounts in the comments, but I couldn’t be sure if he actually saw it. Honestly, I didn’t much care anymore. Any possibilities that our marriage might have led to, were all wiped away with his actions. I no longer wanted to be a part of the fake relationship we were supposed to have. He obviously felt the same way since he hadn’t bothered to contact me at all.

I was two weeks away from the end of my college career, thirty thousand words – give or take – away from finishing my very first manuscript, and finally settled into the apartment I was now sharing with Luna, my new best friend. Well, my only friend still, other than my sister, but semantics didn’t matter in that regard.

Luna worked two jobs. In the mornings, she worked a four-hour shift at the coffee house beneath our apartment. It was a cute, cozy space and I enjoyed going there to soak up the atmosphere, when I had time. Her evening job was as a bartender at a club in the heart of Atlanta. I hated the commute she had to make, but as she said, she refused to live in the city, but loved the money she could make there. So, as long as she was cool with it, who was I to point out that there were probably better options? She only worked the night shifts in Atlanta on the weekends, and truth be told, she made enough from three nights a week there to pay all her bills, so I kind of didn’t blame her.

Tonight, she had been called in to the nightclub she worked for because they were short-staffed and had some big event going on. Who held a big event in a bar on a Thursday night? I didn’t know, but it did give me the apartment all to myself so that I could knock out a few more words for the week. Normally, weekday evenings were spent binge watching whatever show was popular on Netflix that week. Since my bestie wasn’t there to do it with me, I threw myself into finishing my manuscript instead.

I was knee-deep in the thick of my plot twist when the sound of someone unlocking the door caught my attention. Luna had just left, maybe an hour before, surely, she didn’t get there only to have them cancel? “Hey Luna, don’t shoot, it’s me,” a familiar man’s voice called out.

I continued to sit in the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room, hoping to blend in with the surroundings so he wouldn’t see me once he rounded the corner of the entryway, but that was too much to hope for. As soon as Wes entered the living room, his eyes locked with mine. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, and while I took offense to his immediate attitude, I couldn’t blame him either. As far as he was concerned, I’d probably only met his sister once. She told me that she hadn’t talked to him about me at all, because she didn’t want it to slip that I was living here. Not that I was in hiding anymore, so much as just trying to avoid conflict.