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

but every person under that tree heard him.

“Every time something happened, you assumed it was your fault, Maggie.”

The yard went still.

“Traffic.”

A pause.

“Your kids being kids.”

“You assumed it was your fault, Maggie.”

My fingers curled against my palm.

“Your dress.”

My eyes burned.

“Ryan laughing.”

No one breathed.

“And now a chair someone offered you.”

I let continue reading …