He Was Never the Husband

Synopsis

On the night of my wedding, my husband left me to be with his first love. I stood alone outside our new home, trying the door code for the fourth time—and failing. Then the comment feed exploded in front of my eyes. [Elizabeth, wake up! The code was changed by Elsie ages ago.] [Julian's been watching you from across the hall for half an hour.] [His shirt buttons are about to snap. He's swallowed hard seventeen times already.] [Go knock on his door. He's been in love with you for ten years.] The alcohol hit me like a wave. Before I could think twice, I turned and knocked on the door across the hall. It opened instantly. A man stood there. His eyes were red as he stared at my wedding dress. "You show up at his door like that?" His voice was low, sharp. "And you think he deserves it?"