I wake to the notification sound of a text message going through on my phone. My eyes open and for a fraction of a second everything is normal, until I remember what happened last night and my nightmare becomes real. I check my phone hoping it’s Scott, sadly it’s not:

ANNA: You ditched the last half of my wedding! I think you owe me a huge explanation.

ISABELLA: Scott’s filing for legal separation.

My phone rings; it’s Anna, “I’m so sorry! What happened?” “Trust issues.”

“Are you talking about what happened in the bathroom at my house?”

“Ya.”

“MICHAEL made moves on you, you didn’t start it.”

“He’s mad that...