Lexie wasn’t sure what to do with her time anymore. It was Saturday already. Varden’s marriage. She knew that, and confirmed it when an anonymous post had leaked online, saying he was getting married. Not one to use social media, she had still managed to open the link all out of pure curiosity, and had tried to find out who his bride was. But there had been no picture or name. Just a blurry ass picture of who she definitely knew to be that woman she had seen at his house. Lexie had groaned and tossed the phone away, focusing instead on surfing through the channels on the television. But that hadn’t worked either as she had come to realize. Which was why she was not splayed across the thick rug at the foot of her bed, with two pillows as props, while she recounted everything bad about her l
