LAURA

“Fiancée,” I murmured, monotone, almost five minutes later.

It was like an out of body experience when Alex had taken my arm and gently led me inside to sit on the couch. It was a good thing, because a few more seconds standing and my legs would have probably given out from the magnitude of the shock.

“Oh dear,” I heard the woman murmur. The one who claimed she was Alex’s fiancée, that is. “Why does she look like she’s seen a ghost?”

Alex didn’t respond. He lowered to his haunches in front of me and took my hands in his.

“Baby, this isn’t what it looks like—”

“What...