My Fiancé Lived With My Best Friend, So I Left

In the seventh year of our long-distance relationship, I resigned from my post in the dock district and returned to Chicago, moving back into the estate Damian and I had agreed would be our marital home.

I entered the password three times. All three times, it was wrong.

On the fourth try, the door opened from the inside.

The person who opened it was my best friend, Bianca.

She was wearing Damian's shirt, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs. She smiled at me naturally.

"Valentina, you're back?"