Amy's POV

I didn't tell Aubrey that her husband was messaging me. It would have been nothing more than a hindrance to me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel a tiny pinch of guilt whenever she messaged me bragging about how her man was "the best in the world." By my fifth morning on house arrest, I had already been filled in on their entire life.

"They met six years ago in an airport restaurant and just happened to be going on the same flight, their seats next to each other! I just knew it was fate!" Aubrey had gushed.

I tried to fix the timeline...