My Fiancé's 'Girl' Gave Me a Buzzcut. I Gave Her a Subpoena for Their Wedding. novel Chapter 22

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next day. I made soup and showed up at the firehouse with a smile plastered on.

Everyone lit up when they saw me.

“Sarah! Hey!”

But I caught it-the way their eyes slid away just a little too fast.

Miller wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“Greg, where’s Miller? He was pretty wasted last night. Wanted to make sure he’s okay.”

I kept my voice casual.

Greg was wiping down a trophy on the memorial wall.

When I spoke, his hand slipped. The thing nearly crashed to the floor.

“Miller? Oh-yeah, family thing. Had to fly out this morning.”

Bullshit.

The kid had been here three weeks. His emergency contact form was still sitting incomplete in the office. What family thing?

My gaze drifted to the wall behind him.

Dead center: Liam’s photo.

That goddamn smile. That face I used to wake up next to.

Below it, in gold letters:

Captain Liam Hayes. Fallen Hero.

Something twisted in my chest.

Next to his portrait was a crew photo from right before the fire.

Liam had his arm slung around my shoulders. We looked stupidly happy.

But suddenly someone else caught my eye.

A woman in the back corner. Logistics uniform. Brown hair.

She wasn’t looking at the camera. She was staring straight at Liam.

The look on her face made my skin crawl.

It wasn’t admiration. It was hunger.

I’d never seen her before in my life.

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“Greg. Who’s that?”

I pointed.

His face went blank for a second.

“Her? Uh… some temp. Susan something-or-other. Quit after like two weeks. Nobody important.”

He tried steering me toward the new ladder truck, talking a mile a minute about upgrades.

I nodded. Smiled. Didn’t hear a word.

All I could see was that woman’s eyes burning into my husband.

The second I got home, I ripped through every box Liam left behind.

Buried at the bottom of his old duffel bag, I found it-a metal lockbox.

Our “time capsule.”

We’d bought it together the week before he enlisted. Said we’d fill it with memories and crack it open on our fiftieth anniversary.

He was supposed to keep the key safe.

I grabbed a hammer from the garage.

One swing. The lock shattered.

Inside-

A stack of pictures. And a pink diary with flowers on the cover.

The photos showed Liam with her. The woman from the firehouse.

Kissing on some beach. Curled up together on a ski trip. Laughing in front of a Christmas tree.

My hands were shaking so hard I almost dropped them.

I opened the diary.

The handwriting was neat. Looping. Girlish.

Page after page of obsession.

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