I Tore Up The Agreement

I was 10 minutes late to my own housewarming party.

When I finally walked in, Wren Halley, the college girl my boyfriend, Austin Blanchard, had been supporting, was already chatting with my relatives like she owned the place.

My parents sat at the head of the table, both of them looking furious.

Austin walked over to me, looking completely relaxed. "What took you so long? Wren's been handling the guests for you."

Everyone in the room went quiet.

Wren moved behind him, almost shyly. As she shifted, her sleeve slid up and revealed an emerald bracelet on her wrist.