“I saw your names on the order and got angry.”
“At Connor?”
“Yes.”
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“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“So why did you put it in something meant for my baby? Why couldn’t you just speak to my husband?”
Lauren looked down.
“I wasn’t thinking about you.”
“That’s obvious.”
She took that without arguing.
Then she said, “He told you I was crazy, didn’t he?”
“That’s obvious.”
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My stomach tightened.
“What happened on that date?”
Lauren looked straight at me.
“That’s the night he met you.”
I remembered the cookout instantly. Connor’s sweatshirt. Hours of talking. It was one of my favorite memories.
But Lauren’s next sentence changed everything.
“That’s the night he met you.”
“We weren’t completely broken up. We’d been fighting for weeks, and I asked for some space. Connor agreed.”
“And three days later, he met me.”
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“Yes.”
I held her gaze. “Then, after that, he ended things with you?”
“By text.”
My stomach tightened again.
“Yes.”
“Did he sleep with you after he met me?”
“No.”
Lauren reached for her phone.
“I asked him if there was someone else.”
She found an old screenshot and handed it to me.
Connor’s message read:
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“There isn’t anyone else. I just need to be alone, Lauren. You’re too much.”
