That one encounter was all it took. He latched onto me after that, impossibly tender and attentive with me while staying vicious toward everyone else. It didn't matter if they were women. He never spared them a second glance.
When he proposed in that grand, over-the-top spectacle, practically everyone said Hubert Stephens was head over heels for me.
We became Crestfall's golden couple. Media outlets tripped over themselves to cover our high-school-sweethearts love story. The comments sections were full of people calling us a fairy tale come to life.
Too bad fairy tales always end at the wedding. And what came after, for Hubert and me, was everything those stories never bothered to tell.
"Something came up at the office. I need to handle it."
Hubert stood and headed for the door. Just before it closed, I heard him murmur into the phone, "Whatever my girl wants, I'll get it for her."
I pulled my gaze back, picked up the phone on the nightstand, entered the passcode, and switched to the second operating system.
There was only one number in the contacts. I stared at it for a long time before I finally made myself dial.