Chapter 1

I accidentally sent my Amazon package to my ex-boyfriend's address.

The worst part? It was a set of super-sexy lace lingerie.

My ex texted me on Snapchat: [Are you really this wild now?]

Mortified, but determined not to look weak, I bit the bullet and replied: [Yeah. My new boyfriend likes it that way.]

He went dead silent. A long time later, he texted back: [Can you break up with him?]

During our two years of dating, heading all the way to wedding planning, I had proposed breaking up with my boyfriend, Zach, a total of eleven times.

In my eyes, they were real breakups. But in Zach's eyes, I was just throwing a tantrum.

And honestly, most of the time, he’d just sweet-talk me for two seconds and I’d crawl right back to him.

But this time was the eleventh. And we were already engaged, preparing for our wedding.

"Zach, what do you think of this bed for our room?" I showed him a picture on my phone.

"Of course, babe. Whatever you like, just buy it," Zach said without even looking. His eyes were glued to his screen, his thumbs flying across the keyboard, texting someone.

Anger flared in my chest. I snatched his phone.

His screen was open to a chat with a girl named Gillian.

"Zach, I'm trying to plan our wedding, and you're brushing me off to text another girl? Do you think this is okay?"

"Babe, it's just work. Look at the chat, we aren't saying anything inappropriate." Zach wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "I'm sorry, babe. My bad. I promise I'll focus on you next time, okay?"

It was always like this. The moment I got mad, regardless of whether he was in the wrong, he'd apologize instantly. But he'd do the exact same thing next time.

"'Zach, you're so amazing. Zach, you're the best! Zach, you're literally my hero!'" I read Gillian's texts aloud and tossed the phone back at him. "This is work?"

The texts *were* technically about work, but I didn't know what Zach thought. The girl on the other end definitely wanted more than a professional relationship.

I'm a woman. I know exactly when another woman is flirting.

"Well, that's just because your future husband really *is* that amazing." Zach grinned, completely missing why I was upset.

"Zach, let's break up."

"What? Again?" Zach looked at me with a mix of exhaustion and fondness. "Babe, we're engaged. We're getting married soon. Can we not do this? No breaking up today, okay?"

"Then we're not getting married. The wedding is off!" I stood up and headed upstairs to pack. "This time, I mean it!"

I was resolute.

I threw a few clothes into a duffel bag and drove straight to my best friend's place.