After my boyfriend let my girl take a nap, I called off the wedding on the spot.

Our dream home, months in the making, was finally ready.

Owen, completely ignoring my glare, insisted on letting his drunken childhood best friend stay the night.

His excuse? She had nowhere else to go. He couldn't just leave her on the street.

The moment his best friend, Harper, sprawled across *our* wedding bed, I told him the wedding was off.

"Clara, can you stop overreacting for once?"

"Are you really going to cancel the wedding?"

I looked at him. "Yes, I am. Cancel it."

"There's no point in us lying to ourselves anymore. This is over."

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