I hired a fake boyfriend for a Fourth of July party to face my ex—but what he did next shocked everyone and changed everything

from the kitchen.

“Sorry, excuse me.”

I carried paper plates from the kitchen.

I wiped lemonade off the patio table.

“Sorry, let me get that.”

When my daughter dripped ketchup near Daniel’s shoe, I grabbed a napkin.

“I’m sorry.”

Daniel looked at the red spot on the stone, not his shoe.

“It’s ketchup, Maggie.”

I laughed faintly.

“It’s ketchup, Maggie.”

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