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John and I walked hand in hand into the party, and the group erupted in applause. Shouts of “Congratulations” and “It’s about time” echoed as they greeted us. My cheeks flushed, and I leaned into John’s arms. He was beaming with pride to make me his wife and I couldn’t stop thinking about the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about at all at a time like this.
My mom handed us each a glass of bubbly, and John and I parted ways to mingle. My girlfriends pulled me to the side and were already bursting with wedding plans. What my dress should look like and who should be my maid of honor. I was half-listening as I scanned the room. Was he here? Did she actually invite him? Would he even want to come? Would tonight be the night John met my ex-boyfriend?
Ex-Boyfriend Cucks My Fiancé At Our Engagement Party Pt. Two
“Francie, hello.” Samantha waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you even here with us?” The girls all laughed as I nodded and pulled my focus to Samantha’s face. I forced a smile and sipped from my glass.
“Yeah, yeah. Just so … excited.” I lied.
“Don’t try to fool me, Missy.” She poked me in the side with a manicured nail. “I’m your best friend. What’s going on?” My gaze veered over the crowd again, and I shook my head. Not wanting her to pursue the topic. “Oh my God, don’t tell me you’re looking for Adam?” The small group of my friends crowded in closer with whispers and accusations.
“I’m not.”
“He’s no good for you. Remember last time? I had to bail you out of jail after the two of you got wasted in the park and ended up fucking in that fountain.” I hummed at the memory of Adam’s hard cock stuffing me as the cool water splashed over my back.
“I wasn’t looking for him. Is he here?” Samantha sputtered and grabbed my arm.
“Stop it right now, Francie. John’s so good for you. He makes you happy.” Again, I forced a smile. Good for me and fulfilled me were two different things, but I couldn’t admit that aloud.
“Yeah, I’m so happy. I can’t wait to marry him. What do you think of soft pink cocktail-length dresses for you girls.” That’s all it took to take the conversation off of me. They started to bicker about which style fits whose body type better and when they could all meet for dress shopping.
That’s when I saw him across the room—looking like every fantasy I should never have.
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