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Seeing her friend still hopelessly devoted to his ex, she finally decided to move on. But she unexpectedly caught the attention of her friend's brother, who seemed determined to win her heart, no matter the cost. ===== ~~SLOANE~~ "I can't believe she did this to me, Sloane," Finn says. I've been in love with my best friend, Finn Hartley, since we met in college ten years ago. It's not like I'll ever tell him I have feelings for him. I know he doesn't see me that way. He probably won't ever see me that way. Right now, we're in his living room, and I'm holding him to my ch**t, listening to him sob. That d**n girlfriend of his has broken his heart again, the third time this year. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to ignore how good it feels. "What exactly did she do?" I ask. "You still haven't told me." "I don't know how to say it." "Well, start from somewhere." My patience is wearing thin. I've been here for hours, sacrificing my Saturday to watch him disintegrate. I don't know why he bothers crying when he'll be back in her b*d by next week anyway. They do this every d**n time. I should be more sympathetic, I know. But ten years of watching him chase after the same toxic woman tends to erode a person's sympathy. "Delilah's not coming back, Slaone," he says. "She left me for good this time." "You know that's a lie." "It's true. She's engaged. She sent me this digital wedding invitation, and I've been thinking about running my phone through a meat grinder." That actually surprises me. Engaged? Delilah's getting married? Finn pulls away from me, and I can finally see his face. The stubble on his jaw has grown past the s**y phase into something wilder. His white t-shirt is rumpled and stained with what might be yesterday's dinner. I've never seen him this wrecked, and that's saying something. He fumbles for his phone, fingers trembling as he pulls up the screen. Then he thrusts the phone at me. There it is-a nauseating rose-gold invitation with
