I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Thirty seconds that felt like thirty years passed.

Daniel: [Not exactly. But she’s in Wessexia. Something artsy. Dance, I think. Ashton never got over her. You were just the convenient option. I also heard she looks a lot like you...]

I dropped my phone face down on the mattress.

Heat pressed against the back of my neck.

My chest felt tight, like I’d swallowed something solid and it refused to go down.

Daniel: [Everything I said is true. Ask Ashton if you don’t believe me.]

I did what I should have done a long time ago and blocked his number.

Of course I knew what he was doing.

He’d tried every angle to wedge himself between Ashton and me, and now he thought he’d found a winner, stirring up shit about Ashton’s so-called secret love.

I wasn’t buying it.

Okay, maybe halfway, but not more than that.

If Ashton really was carrying a torch for someone, I didn’t need it spoon-fed through Daniel’s rubbish texts.