My name.
Recent date.
Clear confirmation.
Still infertile.
Gasps erupted across the room.
Someone dropped a glass.
Stephanie stumbled backward.
“What are you doing?!” she shouted.
Then movement near the entrance caught everyone’s attention.
A man had just walked in.
The same man from the messages.
The same profile photo attached to “M ❤️.”
I looked directly at him.
“Oh good,” I said calmly into the microphone. “The man my fiancée is actually seeing made it.”
The room exploded with whispers.
The guy froze instantly.
“Don’t leave,” I added. “Stephanie may need someone to drive her home tonight.”
Stephanie’s face turned completely white.
“Nick, stop!”
But I wasn’t finished.
“I actually texted him myself using Stephanie’s phone,” I explained. “I invited him here.”
