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Prologue

Tiffany

One Year Ago

I shouldn’t have been uy like the one across from me, but I couldn’t help , and h Maybe

“What kind of cake do you think we should have at the wedding?” I asked er to plan our big day My feelings could fuck off My wedding was soirl

Brad ignored me and picked up his beer

He looked straight past antic televisions I took a sip ofif he hadn’t heard ut let me know he’d heard

“Brad,” I said, a little louder “What kind of cake do you think we should serve at the wedding?”

“Really, Tiffany?” He shot usted look for a quick second before his eyes went back to the ga about cake Don’t you have a dress to fit into?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment

Over the past several weeks, Brad had becoht It had never seeh I should be worrying about a new diet and workout plan for the wedding, not what kind of cake I was going to devour

“Are you ready to order?” The young waiter approached our table nervously He had to have only been eighteen, although he looked er Brad flipped the two-sidedat it

“Double cheeseburger, well done, with fries,” he said The waiter scribbled down Brad’s order and turned his attention to me

“And for you, ma’am?”

Truthfully, I didn’t have a chance to look over the er as well, but with Brad’s awful mood, I was afraid of what he would say It felt like I needed his permission to order food What had our relationship beco up to spend the rest ofmother?

“Should I have the Miami salad or the cobb salad?” I asked Brad

“Have whatever the hell you want to eat!” he yelled, pounding his eht led to keep my calm demeanor

“The cobb salad,” I told the waiter, thrusting my menu into his hands I wanted him to leave quickly and based on the look on his face, he wanted to leave quickly as well Brad and I didn’t speak until the waiter returned with our food

I pushed the salad around with ry at all My appetite had left the restaurant as soon as Brad had hish I never did ith conflict

“Just think, if I eat like this every day until the wedding, I’ll be a supermodel!” I broke the silence and forced a smile

Brad nearly choked on his beer He set it down and smiled at me Well, more like smirked

“It’s going to take a lot more than salad for that,” he said “By the way, that ranch dressing is full of fat You probably would have been better off going for the cheeseburger”

If anyone kneas better to eat, it was Brad Unlike me, he was in shape He worked out daily Soed, he tried to get me to work out with him, but it was not pretty He never invited me back

Aside froreasy cheeseburger and fries that he ordered wouldn’t make a dent in his perfect six-pack abs

“Maybe I should start going back to the gy “You could teach ”

He rolled his eyes “I don’t have time for that, Tiffany I have my own shit to do”

Surprise, surprise

I don’t knohy I expected anything different As much as I hated to admit it, Brad was an asshole, and yet I couldn’t walk away I was too locked into the idea of a future together But the truth was harsh My needs never caht it up Brad continued to watch the game intently

“Speaking of the gy the attention to hireat conversation starter

“Fine,” he said, still watching the game