The locks.
On our townhouse.
Yes, it was in his name, but we’d split the downpayment. I’d paid half the mortgage each month. And even after the breakup, he’d made it sound like—despite everything—we’d work things out like adults.
But now? He was done. Just like that. No warning. No decency. No conversation.
Ashley kept talking, her voice distant, but I couldn’t make out the words.
Leo had just boxed up my life, like I was nothing.
“Ash...” My voice cracked. “What am I missing? Why would he do that? Why now?”
“It’s… It might be the stuff on Facebook. Maybe? Oh no! Max is doing the potty dance.” Ahsley groaned a little. “Hang on buddy! I gotta go. Don’t worry. Your stuff is all safe. We’ll figure this out. But…call me tonight, okay?”
“Okay. Right.”
Click.
I stared down at my phone. Panicked and numb at the same time.
Faced with the choice of either listening to Leo’s messages or checking Facebook first, I chose the least of two evils.
There were literally hundreds of notifications.
I tapped over to the Luna & Leo page. The page I had built. The page I had cultivated to over 434,000 followers.
There, at the top, pinned.
A video. Of a desert setting. With a silver bus.
I knew before I pressed play what it would be.
Me.
Noah.
Hiding behind the back of Love Bus 2.0, kissing like we were two teenagers sneaking around on their parents.
The quality of Josie’s live wasn’t great—like the original had been recorded and reposted. And without my signature flowing skirt and leather sandals, you had to look closely to know it was me.
But yeah. It was me. And that kiss…it looked as hot as I remembered it.
With my name. Tagged in the caption.
Hypocrite much, Luna Faraday? Looks like Liar Luna was already cheating when she made her dramatic exit. I thought she was the love of my life. Instead, I made a lucky escape. #LiarLuna #Cheater
“I made a lucky escape?” Really?
The comments were worse.
She cheated and then made herself the victim. Typical.
And the new guy? Probably married.
I’d drop Leo for this guy, too…
My stomach churned, and my fingers itched to delete them all. If I’d checked this earlier, if I hadn’t intentionally cut myself off from reality, I could have nipped all of this in the bud right away.
