My Fiancée Joined a Dating Show

The day my ice-cold fiancée Victoria Hastings ruined her own reputation, I was lounging in the backyard of my Hudson River estate, smoking a perfectly marbled brisket.

The savory scent of cracked black pepper and hickory wood had just filled the courtyard when my phone went absolutely nuclear. The vibration was so violent it rattled the table and shattered my eight-thousand-dollar Baccarat crystal tumbler.

My boy Jaxon sent fifty voice notes in a row. His throat sounded completely blown out.

"Alex!!! Check the trending page!!!"

"Massive drama!!! Your girl Victoria!!!"