Dirty Promises

Synopsis

On the eve of the wedding, Andrew Coleman finally posted on Instagram—because I kept pushing him to. The caption read: [If it's her, I don't care if she's dirty.] The way people looked at me grew stranger by the day, until I overheard a conversation in the company break room. "Did you see Mr. Coleman's Instagram? Damn, I can't believe Charlotte's such a bitch, doing all that stuff." "I saw it. Charlotte must be desperate—she'll take any man, no matter the age. That old guy looked like he was pushing ninety." "And that PowerPoint had dozens of slides. I couldn't even count how many men were in it. But Mr. Coleman still wants to marry her knowing she's not clean—that's true love, I guess?" I felt like I'd been dropped into an ice cellar. I snatched a girl's phone and opened her Instagram. What I saw was Andrew's PowerPoint. And in it, the so-called old men I was accused of being a mistress to weren't strangers at all—they were my dad and my grandfather. And the client was my brother.