Winter Lags, Spring Unmet

All these years with my boyfriend, Simon Stone, he had trampled me into the dirt, and I had still taken it without complaint.

I booked restaurants for every girlfriend he had, picked out gifts for them, and even went to hotels late at night to deliver ultra-thin condoms for him.

Everyone snickered, calling a wealthy heiress a selfless unpaid errand girl who acted far beneath her station.

Even when Simon announced right in front of me that he was going to marry the substitute for the one who got away, he was certain I would not leave.

But Simon did not know that I was getting married too.