He Always Chose My Boss Over Me

For the ninety-ninth time, Austin drove straight to my boss Brooke's mansion.

And just like every other time, he blamed me.

"Why didn't you remind me we missed the turn?"

"Whatever. Since we're already here, I might as well drop these fruits off at Brooke's place."

Before I could answer, he grabbed the basket of organic fruit we'd bought for my parents and headed straight for Brooke's front door.

I didn't stop him.

After all, this had become our routine.

When we were supposed to pick up my wedding dress, he ended up driving to the golf club where Brooke was playing.