My Eight-Year Secret Was His Three-Month Game

After a drunken one-night stand with my best friend’s brother, I became his secret girlfriend.

Eight years into our secret relationship, my family forced me into an arranged marriage.

“Dennis, my family gave me an ultimatum. I have to get married this year.”

He paused, then lightly kissed my forehead, repeating his usual, “Just wait a little longer.”

But then I scrolled through Anna, the intern's, Instagram. The picture was her and Dennis’s marriage certificate.

The caption: Got the CEO! Easy win!

Eight years I spent chasing him with no results, and she got him in three months.