When My Best Friend Became His Mistress I Escaped

Synopsis

A week before the wedding, I stumbled upon an anniversary app on Cayson’s tablet. Many entries had faded with time: [First kiss was 631 days ago.] [First intimate night was 397 days ago.] [You broke your promise 183 days ago.] I froze, feeling as though I'd been plunged into an icy abyss. These dates didn’t match mine. Scrolling further, I found a few upcoming reminders: [Your birthday is in 2 days.] [Giving up on you in 7 days.] In two days, it would be Ariah's birthday, my best friend. And in seven, I was supposed to marry Cayson. My hands went numb, and the tablet