Page 2 of Not Falling for the Forward

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Hey girl

My heart stops.

Of course, his workplace wouldn’t message me onInstagramif something had happened to him. I’d get a phone call as his emergency contact.

But surely this isn’tTHE‘hey girl’ message. Not one that actually starts with ‘hey girl’!?

My stomach drops.

I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this

But, I think your boyfriend is Chris

He’s my fiancé actually but, okay.

Well, we’ve been sleeping together.

I’m so sorry, I had no idea he was with someone

Bile rises in my throat as I continue to read.

I only found out today when I went to your house

Wow. At my own house.

It’s the first time I’ve been there. I saw your pictures

Didn’t see the ones from our engagement shoot, though, no?

I’m so sorry.

Being the girls’ girl that I am, I just had to tell you

A ‘girls’ girl’that screws another girl’s fiancé?

It’s been since the team building weekend away in August

August? It’s now mid-December.

We work together

That’s how I know him

Yes, I already knew that. Keep up, Sarah.

I swear no one in the office even knows about you

I mean, we keep things private. I didn’t realise he’d took it that far though. The picture of us on my lock screen on my phone flashes through my mind, the one I had framed for him to put on his desk atwork.

I’m so sorry.

Men are trash.

Please forgive me.

I blink. Searching my brain for a reason for this not to be true. I take a deep breath, which rattles on its way out my mouth. My stomach lurches and I am almost certain my scrambled eggs from this morning are about to make an appearance.

Breathe, Emily. Think.

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