She Left Her Cheating Ex, Then Married His Biggest Rival

The day I went to try on wedding dresses, I used Barret Henson's phone to order milk tea. The default delivery address that popped up was for an upscale apartment complex I'd never seen before.

It was the address of his college first love, who had just returned to the country.

His order history was filled with meals he'd sent her—breakfast, lunch, dinner—and late-night stomach medicine.

She'd been back for a hundred days. He'd ordered delivery for her on ninety-nine of them.