LAURA

“No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.”

“There is no fucking way that happened. Please tell me you’re making this up.”

“Girl, does that sound like something I’d make up?”

“You’re telling me he had a fiancée the entire time?” Disbelief had Bailey’s voice rising octaves higher.

The irony wasn’t lost on me that the massage we’d booked to relax had evolved into story-time for Bailey, which was stressing the hell out of her.

“Even I am still finding it hard to believe,” Balery piped in from her table. “And I’ve known for like a week now.”

Our massage therapists were for sure getting earfuls and I wasn’t sure I...