My boyfriend always made me delete every photo of us I shared online — then one day, I received a note that said, “I think you deserve to know who you’re really dating.”

“His fiancée. We’ve been together six years. I’ve been working abroad for a little over three years, but I come home in two weeks. Our wedding is in three months.”

“Who are you to Tyler?”

I didn’t cry, not then.

I stared at the clothes I’d worn for him, beside him, hidden with him.

Then I typed one word.

“Proof.”

Avery didn’t act offended. She didn’t try continue reading …