When my husband told me, “I invited my ex to your brother’s wedding. She’s basically family. If you trust me, you’ll get it,” I smiled and said, “Of course I do.” Then I secretly asked her husband to be my plus one. Let’s just say the rehearsal dinner became unforgettable for all the right reasons.
If you trust me, you’ll get why I invited Hannah to Adam’s wedding.
Elijah announced it at Sunday dinner, right between my mother passing the roasted potatoes and my father pouring his third glass of wine. My brother Adam’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. My future sister-in-law, Clare, kicked me under the table.
“Hannah,” Adam asked slowly, “your ex-girlfriend? To my wedding? The one I’m having next month?”
“She’s basically family,” Elijah said, sawing through his chicken like he hadn’t just hijacked my parents’ dining room. “You remember how close we all were.”
Nobody remembered, because it never happened. But I watched my husband construct this elaborate lie while my family sat frozen, and I heard myself say, “Of course, honey. I completely understand.”
What Elijah didn’t know was that I already had Isaac Morrison’s number—Hannah’s actual husband—saved in my phone since yesterday.
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The discovery had been accidental. Saturday morning, I’d been looking for a yoga studio in Tribeca when Hannah Morrison’s Instagram popped up in my suggestions. Same Hannah. Elijah’s ex, who’d supposedly moved to Seattle three years ago for some tech startup opportunity.
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